"No—o."
"Going to make more than ten thousand out of it, Jack?" The sailor had been watching Darwen intently.
"I rather hope so."
Next day the Bevengtons came back from church with them, and spent the entire day at the Vicarage. They were a jolly party. Darwen, as usual, was the life and soul of it. He was very attentive to Miss Jameson, but he often caught Bessie Bevengton's eye. Jack and she were never left alone, they exchanged common-places and chaff.
"Oh, Jack!" she said, and she seemed to watch him closely. "You know that handsome housemaid at Lady Cleeve's?"
"Yes!" Jack answered, and Darwen gave him a quick glance that Bessie saw.
"Well, a little while ago she horsewhipped the footman; he offended her somehow. They say she's stronger than a good many men."
Again Darwen shot a meaning glance at Carstairs, and again Bessie saw it.
"Bully for the girl," and there was a thrill of admiration in his voice that was apparent to all.
"Personally, I don't like amazons," the artist remarked.