“Some more tea, please,” she said.
Her aunt took her cup, and in gratitude for the diversion picked out the largest lumps of sugar in the basin.
“London changes so many people,” mused the persevering lady, stirring her tea. “I've noticed it before. Why it is I can't say, but the fact remains. It seems to improve them altogether. I dare say that young Hardy—”
“Will you understand that I won't have the Hardys mentiond in my house?” said the captain, looking up. “I'm not interested in their business, and I will not have it discussed here.”
“As you please, John,” said his sister, drawing herself up. “It's your house and you are master here. I'm sure I don't want to discuss them. Nothing was farther from my thoughts. You understand what your father says, Kate?”
“Perfectly,” said Miss Nugent. “When the desire to talk about the Hardys becomes irresistible we must go for a walk.”
The captain turned in his chair and regarded his daughter steadily. She met his gaze with calm affection.
“I wish you were a boy,” he growled.
“You're the only man in Sunwich who wishes that,” said Miss Nugent, complacently, “and I don't believe you mean it. If you'll come a little closer I'll put my head on your shoulder and convert you.”
“Kate!” said Mrs. Kingdom, reprovingly.