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The captain of the George Noble was a very decent and good-natured German, named Evers. He agreed to take me and my henchman to Sydney for 125 dollars I to live aft, the boy to go for'ard with the sailors, and lend a hand in working the ship, if called upon in an emergency.
That would be quite enough for Mrs. Evers. No matter who you were, how peerless, how incomparable in every way, she would rather die than let you marry him at his age. I don't say she's wrong I don't say she's right.
"Do you suppose Miss Evers often resigns herself to being disagreeable for a purpose?" asked Longueville, who had glanced at Captain Lovelock's companion again. "She can't be disagreeable; she is too gentle, too soft." "Do you mean too silly?" "I don't know that I call her silly. She is not very wise; but she has no pretensions absolutely none so that one is not struck with anything incongruous."
"I am sorry to disappoint you," said I. "But I am afraid you won't see any more of Bob Evers to-night." "What do you mean?" asked Mrs. Lascelles, suspiciously. "I wonder he didn't tell you," I replied, to gain time in which to decide how to make the best use of such an unforeseen opportunity. "Well, he didn't; so please will you, Captain Clephane?"
Vivian and her daughter had gone out, their companion, "the youngest lady the little young lady" was above in the sitting-room. Blanche Evers was sitting at the window with a book, but she relinquished the volume with an alacrity that showed it had not been absorbing, and began to chatter with her customary frankness.
It appeared that they had both been about the same age as Bob Evers, and I pointed this out to my companion. It was a particularly obvious remark to make; but Mrs. Lascelles turned her face quickly to mine, and the colour left it in the half-lit, half-haunted little room, which we happened to have all to ourselves. "Don't let him go up, Captain Clephane; don't let him, please!"
He immediately left his seat and, taking a dozen steps, recognized Angela Vivian, Blanche Evers and Captain Lovelock. In a moment he met them in the middle of the terrace. Blanche immediately announced that they had come for a midnight walk. "And if you think it 's improper," she exclaimed, "it 's not my invention it 's Miss Vivian's." "I beg pardon it 's mine," said Captain Lovelock.
"Bob Evers," said I, with befitting gravity, "is climbing the Matterhorn at this moment." "Never!" "At least he has started." "When did he start?" "An hour or more ago, with a couple of guides." "He told you, then?" "Only just as he was starting." "Was it a sudden idea?" "More or less, I think." I waited for the next question, but that was the last of them.
"Catherine," I said, "you can't indeed ask any favour of me! There you are quite right. It is not a word to use between us." Mrs. Evers gave me one of her deliberate looks before replying. "And I am not so sure that it is a favour," she said softly enough at last. "It is really your advice I want to ask, in the first place at all events. Duncan, it's about old Bob!"
"I had only seen them three times." "After which you followed them to this place? Ah, don't say you were not fascinated!" cried Bernard, laughing and springing to his feet. That evening, in the gardens of the Kursaal, he renewed acquaintance with Angela Vivian. Her mother came, as usual, to sit and listen to the music, accompanied by Blanche Evers, who was in turn attended by Captain Lovelock.
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