Marie gave a little sigh.
"You have a good memory," she said hopelessly. "But I suppose we can all change our minds if we wish!"
"There is no law against it certainly, but it seems a pity to change it, and not for the better."
"You don't like the modern woman?"
"I despise her," said Feathers vehemently. "Look at the women in this hotel! They think of nothing but clothes and amusement and flirtations—there is not one I would cross the room to look at."
"Present company always excepted, I hope," said Marie with a little whimsical smile.
"I don't class you with that sort of woman at all," Feathers said stolidly.
"Thank you, Mr. Dakers."
He moved restlessly, almost as if the conversation bored him, and Marie rose with nervous haste.
"I'm afraid I've been talking a lot of nonsense," she said apologetically. "I wonder if Chris is out of the sea yet."