"I believe she did."
Marie smiled.
"Mrs. Heriot is very angry with me," she said.
"Why, on earth?"
"Because of last night."
"Last night!" He looked away from her guiltily.
"Yes—about Mrs. Heriot and Chris going out to that fishing boat, I mean." Her eyes wandered out to sea, to where a group of small craft bobbed at anchor in the sunlight.
"Oh! Chris told you, of course." Feathers sounded infinitely relieved.
Marie shook her head.
"No—I heard you quarrelling with him; my room is next to his, you know! I suppose I ought not to have listened, but . . . well, I did! It's quite true that listeners never hear anything pleasant, isn't it? That's the second time I've had it happen to me."