"Come on out for a walk," he said gruffly.
Feathers looked up from his paper, saw the frown on his friend's face and rose.
"Right-oh! Where is Mrs. Lawless?"
"Packing."
"It seems a pity for her not to get all the air she can, as it's her last morning."
"I asked her to come out, and she refused."
They went out together.
103 Chris walked along, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders hunched dejectedly. Feathers was perfectly well aware that something was wrong, but asked no questions, and presently Chris broke out wrathfully.
"What the devil a man wants to get mixed up with women for I'm hanged if I know."
Feathers was looking out at the sea, and his face changed a little as he asked carelessly: