“Will you have an ice or sandwich?” inquired Douglas.
“Neither, thanks; I have already been helped.”
“Then suppose we stroll down to the fountain. We can’t hear the Marine Band with all this chatter,” and he glanced disgustedly at the joyous crowd about them.
Eleanor laughed. “Don’t be hard on your fellow creatures, if you are out of sorts.”
“What makes you think that?”
“You looked so cross when talking to Captain Chisholm. I am sorry you found your topic of conversation so boring.”
“What do you mean?”
“You both glanced so frequently at me that I naturally concluded I was under discussion.”
“On the contrary, we were discussing—masked batteries.” She scanned him covertly, but could get no inkling of his thoughts from his blank expression. “Captain Chisholm has a fatal habit of talking shop whenever he gets a chance. Isn’t that Colonel Thornton beckoning to us over there?”