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"Has the Dragon returned?" asked Jaspar. "Yes, sar, jus got in, Massa." "Is there any person in the house who went up in her?" "Yes, massa, one gemman in de office." "Who is he?" "Massa massa " and the darkey scratched his head, to stimulate his memory, which act instantly brought the name to his mind. "Massa Lousey." "Mister what, you black scoundrel!" "Yes, sar, Massa Lousey; dat's de name."
Blue figures ran busily about on her, and a white-and-blue person in a peaked cap stood importantly at the wheel. "She was on the mud last night," said Audrey eagerly, "opposite the Flank buoy, and she came up this morning at half-flood. I think they made fast at Lousey Hard, because they couldn't get any farther without waiting. They have a motor, and it must be their first trip this season.
"Remember what a night we had!" It was true that the yacht had not been berthed at Lousey Hard until between two and three o'clock in the morning, and that no guest had slept until after the job was done, though more than one had tried to sleep.
The probability was that neither paraffin nor ice nor aspirin had ever found itself on Lousey Hard before in the annals of the world. Yet now these things forgathered with ease and naturalness owing to the magic of the word "yacht" in telegrams. And over the scene floated the wavy, inspiring folds of the yacht's immense blue ensign, with the Union Jack in the top inside corner. Mr.
I was on the dyke. I wasn't even looking at them, but they called me, so I had to go. They only wanted to know if Lousey Hard was private. Of course I told them it wasn't. It was a very middle-aged man spoke to me. He must be the owner. As soon as they were tied up he wanted to jump ashore. It was rather awkward, and I just held out my hand to help him. Father saw me from here.
The true secret was that she feared the crowd of village idlers, quidnuncs, tattlers and newsmongers who all day gazed from Lousey Hard at the wonder-yacht. Examining the line of faces as well as she could through portholes, she recognised nearly every one of them, and was quite sure that every one of them would recognise her face.
Like a dream of happiness she lessened and faded, and Lousey Hard was as lonely and forlorn as ever. "But didn't you explain to your father?" Miss Ingate demanded of Audrey. "Of course I did. But he wouldn't listen. He never does. I might just as well have explained to the hall-clock. He raged. I think he enjoys losing his temper.
And if you'll just peep round the end of this hedge casual-like, ye'll see him walking across the salting from Lousey Hard. He's a-comin' this way. Casual-like now and he won't see ye." Audrey had to obey. She peeped casual-like, and she did in fact see a man on the salting, and this man was getting nearer. She could see him very plainly in the brilliant clearness of the summer morning.
"Lousey?" repeated Jaspar. "Stop bit," said the waiter, a new idea penetrating his cranium. "Dar Lousey, dat's de name, for sartin." "Dalhousie," responded Jaspar. "Give my compliments to Mr. Dalhousie, and ask him to oblige me with a few moments' conversation in this room." "Yes, sar;" and the waiter retired, muttering, "Dar Lousey."
"Gilman," he answered, with a laugh. "I only this instant recognised you." "Well, Mr. Gilman," said Audrey, "will you oblige me very much by not recognising me? I want us to be introduced. I am most particularly anxious that no one should know I'm the same girl who helped you to jump off your yacht at Lousey Hard last year." And she moved quickly away.
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