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I like Nellie Patterdale; I mean, I'm in love with her. I don't believe I can live without her." "I'll bet you'll have to," interposed Donald, indignantly. "You don't know what it is to love, Don John." "I don't want to know yet awhile; and I think you had better live on a different sort of grub. What a stupid idea, for a fellow like you to think of such a girl as Nellie Patterdale!"
The door shut itself with a patent invention, and when shut it locked itself, so that anybody could get out, but no one could get in unless admitted. "Where were you when I was up stairs, Nellie?" asked Captain Patterdale, as he seated himself in his arm-chair, to take a cool view of the whole subject. "I was in the hall most of the time," she replied. "Who has been in the library?"
He knew just what the matter was; but under ordinary circumstances he would not have said a word to damage the pride of the present owner of the Sea Foam. "I am sorry you are not satisfied with her, Ned," said Donald. "But I expected too much of her; for I thought she was going to beat the Skylark," replied Ned Patterdale. "I think you encouraged me somewhat in that direction, Don John."
"I can't make 'ead or tail of it all myself but my 'usband likes to 'ave everything up to date. 'E can't form any real opinion on the strategy, he says, unless he knows where everybody is." Vane preserved a discreet silence. "But as I tells 'im," rambled on Lady Patterdale, "it doesn't seem to me to be of much account where the poor fellows are.
The Skylark beats her every time they sail." "Ned Patterdale hasn't got the hang of her yet." "Perhaps not." "I should like to have Bob Montague sail her, and Ned the Skylark; I think it would make a difference," added Donald. "Ned does very well, but a skipper must get used to his boat; and he hasn't had much experience in yachts as large as the Sea Foam.
This was exciting news, and Sam Rodman walked rapidly to the companion-way of the Penobscot. "Yachts in sight!" shouted he to the people below. "Which is ahead?" asked Mr. Montague. "The Sea Foam," replied Rodman. "I'm so glad!" exclaimed Miss Nellie Patterdale. Mr.
Captain Patterdale opened the door himself, and Captain Shivernock stalked into the room as haughtily as though he owned the elegant mansion. He had been to Newport and Cape May to keep cool, and had arrived a couple of hours before from Portland. Mrs.
"I am sure you will be delighted with the sail, Miss Patterdale. You will be perfectly dry where you are sitting; or, if not, I have a rubber coat, which will protect you." "I think I will not go," she replied, so coldly that her tones would have frozen any one but a simpleton like Laud.
"I say, Donald, let me come on board," asked Laud, who was desperately bent upon improving his acquaintance with Nellie Patterdale. "Not now; you can come on board at the wharf." Donald was resolute, and Laud, angry at his rebuff, filed away. "Here is a man that wants to see you, Don John," shouted Laud, as he ran his boat up to the Maud again. "I can't see him now," replied Donald.
As far as he was concerned there would be nothing more to say about it; she had a perfect right to decide for herself. She left him free that he knew; he could still carry out his hunting box programme in full. Only he would have to play the part alone or with someone else. . . . Someone else. Abruptly he rose from his chair, and found himself face to face with Lady Patterdale. . . .
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