The yacht yard in which Bobbie's boat was hauled up for repairs lay at the foot of the rocks to the north of Diana's house. From the north porch, therefore, one could look down on the activities which had to do with the bringing in, and putting into shape the fine craft which through the summer were anchored in the harbor. A marine railway floated the boats in and out at high tide, and at such times creaked complainingly.
It was on the north porch that Sophie and Bettina sat on the morning after Diana's departure—Sophie knitting a motor scarf for Anthony, Bettina hemstitching white frills.
Below in the yacht yard the master gave orders, and the machinery of the marine railway began its clanking chorus. Bettina glanced over the rail. "Bobbie's boat is going out," she said, "and he and Justin are on board."
Justin saw her and called, "May I come up?"
Bettina shook her head at him. "If he thinks I'm going to shriek an answer to the housetops, he's mistaken."
Again she shook her head at him, and Justin immediately offered excuses to Bobbie.
"You won't mind," he said, "if I go up there?"
Bobbie jeered. "Talk about me! You're here to-day and there to-morrow. Yesterday it was Sara, and now it's Betty Dolce."
"It was never Sara."
"That's what I said when I fell in love with Doris, but you wouldn't believe me. And I can't quite see the difference."