She signed it, said good night again, and hurried off, her heart in a curious flutter.
CHAPTER II—ROMANCE
I
UNWILLING either to confess like a naughty child or to go on keeping this rather large and distinctly exciting secret under cover, Betty, at teatime, brought the matter to an issue. The morning ashore had been difficult. Mr. Brachey had severely ignored her, going about Nagasaki alone, lunching in austere solitude at the hotel.
She said, settling herself in the deck chair:
“Mrs. Hasmer, will you ask Mr. Brachey to have tea with us?”
After a long silence the older woman asked, stiffly: “Why, my dear?”
Betty compressed her lips.