"Very," said Lenise. "She's not at all a bad sort."
She knew very well Mrs. Brady would not go out alone with him; if he didn't know it, he was not quite so wide awake as she imagined.
She went to the harbor, and, seeing Brack, took a fancy to him.
"Want to go for a row?" he asked.
"Yes, round the warships."
"I'm yer man. I get a lot of patronage from ladies; they're safe with me, I'm a steady goin' old 'un."
He took his blackened pipe out of his mouth and slipped it into his pocket.
"This is my boat, The Dart," he said. "Wait till I put the cushion right for you."
She got in. Brack thought what a handsome woman she was.
He was about to push off when he looked up and saw Carl Hackler.