I resumed.
"I have told you ever since I first met——"
"Yes," said Cynthia, with spirit, "and you told it to me a little too often, Mr. Jones. One of those girls at Martinique told me all about you. She said that the handsome Captain of the Seamew had made love to her and had given her his picture."
"Which one was that?" said I.
"Were there so many?"
"Lot's of 'em," said I.
Cynthia arose with dignity. "I'm going in," she said.
"Why?" asked I, with all innocence.
"And I shall tell Uncle that this ridiculous marriage shall not take place."
"Just when you've washed your dress and all," said the Skipper, coming up in time to hear this avowal.