Eve soon noticed that Lizzie Straker was particularly interested in Mr. Lawrence Kentucky. She hung close, talking in slangy superlatives, and trying to spread her personality all round him.
“How many miles an hour to-day?”
“Oh, we came easy! Respectable tourists, you know. All ready, Jones?”
“All ready, sir.”
“Supposing we heave up the anchor? There’s plenty of room for three at the back.”
“But what about the house? Do you know it?”
“Rather! We’re thorough, you know. Jones and I went over all the ground two days ago. We have it all mapped out to a T.”
“I’m going to set light to this one. Joan had the last.”
“All right, your honour, although Miss Gaunt’s one up.”
Joan Gaunt climbed in independently. Lizzie Straker waited to be helped. Mr. Kentucky helped Eve, because he had discovered something of the eternal feminine.