Then Mrs. Lyndsay said, “You must be very warm, dear: you look quite overheated.”
Here Anne let drop her eye-glasses, and began to consider the number of her roses, but said nothing.
On Monday, after a most successful day on the river, in which both camps had nearly equal good luck, the two men from the island came down in the evening, through a fine moonlight, to the lower camp. They were now in that easy stage of acquaintanceship with the Lyndsays when people begin to make agreeable discoveries as to other people who are common friends.
Carington watched his chance and caught Jack alone.
“You are going with me, I hope?”
“Yes. Papa says he wants me to go.”
Carington was very quick to catch the accent of lingering discontent.
“By the way,” he said, “I was rather sharp on you the other day. I don’t want you to think I thought you did quite the right thing; but I liked your pluck, even if it was out of place, and I understood the temptation. Suppose we forget it all. Be ready on Thursday night—pretty late. I shall get back here by eleven, I hope, and will pick you up. I can give you a bed and a blanket, and early Friday we will be off for a day. I can’t promise you a bear, but I think we shall both like the tramp.”
“I’ll be ready, and I’m much obliged, too.”
Jack was enchanted, and by and by confided to Rose in a corner his exalted opinion of Mr. Carington, nor was he altogether satisfied with her “Oh, yes, he’s quite a nice kind of a man.”