"Did he?" her face grew wistful. "Chris is very fond of you," she said.
Feathers shrugged his shoulders.
"Oh, we get on very well together."
He went on preparing the luncheon, and when it was ready he rose to his feet and made her a salaam.
"The feast is served, fair lady!"
He had tied the champagne bottle to the side of the boat, letting it dangle in the water, and he drew it carefully up and released the cork, letting it fly up into the trees overhead with a tremendous report.
Marie laughed like a child; she was so happy to-day that everything pleased and amused her.
Feathers filled two glasses and handed one to her, holding out his own in a toast.
"To your future happiness," he said gravely.
Marie flushed a little.