"Why not?"
"Oh—because."
"A woman's reason," said Beatrice, scornfully. "I'm going, anyhow."
Robert was allowed to row her across, as a great favour; and Ronald, mindful of his agreement, was not particularly cordial.
"I don't believe he likes it because I've come," she said, to Doctor Norton.
"Oh, yes, he does," the Doctor assured her, gallantly.
"Do you?" she inquired, directly, of Ronald.
"Certainly."
The Ensign's face was red, partly because of his exertions and partly because of various concealed emotions. Major had been thoroughly lathered with soft soap, and was being rinsed with basin after basin of water, whining, meanwhile, because soap was in his eyes.