"Oh!"
When the trader was gone Macphail said:
"I shouldn't think she'd find it exactly cheerful having her meals in her room."
"If she was in the second cabin I guess she'd rather," answered Mrs Davidson. "I don't exactly know who it can be."
"I happened to be there when the quartermaster brought her along. Her name's Thompson."
"It's not the woman who was dancing with the quartermaster last night?" asked Mrs Davidson.
"That's who it must be," said Mrs Macphail. "I wondered at the time what she was. She looked rather fast to me."
"Not good style at all," said Mrs Davidson.
They began to talk of other things, and after dinner, tired with their early rise, they separated and slept. When they awoke, though the sky was still grey and the clouds hung low, it was not raining and they went for a walk on the high road which the Americans had built along the bay.
On their return they found that Davidson had just come in.