“I bet he will,” she remarked.
“Will what?”
“Come to-day.”
“Who?”
“Don’t pretend such innocence.”
The boat swayed with them lazily over the almost imperceptible swell. Miss Saker, as she scanned the parade with its garden of many-colored parasols, broke suddenly into exclamatory delight.
“I said so,” she laughed.
“Where?”
“Oh, my prophetic soul, I believe I can see the rogues over there by the big electric standard perched on the railings.”
Ophelia reconnoitred the parade in turn.