“I want you to come in and give us a little music,” he said, shortly.
Kate nodded. “What is your favourite music, Mr. Hardy?” she inquired, with a smile.
“Unfortunately, Mr. Hardy can't stay,” said the captain, in a voice which there was no mistaking.
Hardy pulled out his watch. “No; I must be off,” he said, with a well-affected start. “Thank you for reminding me, Captain Nugent.”
“I am glad to have been of service,” said the other, looking his grimmest.
He acknowledged the young man's farewell with a short nod and, forgetting his sudden desire for music, continued to pace up and down with his daughter.
“What have you been saying to that—that fellow?” he demanded, turning to her, suddenly.
Miss Nugent reflected. “I said it was a fine evening,” she replied, at last.
“No doubt,” said her father. “What else?”
“I think I asked him whether he was fond of gardening,” said Miss Nugent, slowly. “Yes, I'm sure I did.”