She sat down between them, Lancaster on one hand, De Vere on the other. The lieutenant looked across the bright, sparkling young face at his friend.
"Do you mean to tell me that this is the baby?" pointedly.
"Yes."
"But, how—" pausing helplessly.
Lancaster laughed, and Leonora joined her musical treble to his.
"You see, De Vere, there was a mistake all around," he said. "I found out yesterday that the baby existed only in our imaginations."
"You might have told me," De Vere muttered, reproachfully.
"I was reserving a pleasant surprise for you to-day," Lancaster rejoined.
Leonora turned her bright eyes up to his face.
"When did you come aboard?" she inquired, naïvely.