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During the remainder of the short visit they talked of indifferent topics, while Captain Bontnor remained silent. Mrs. Harrington's caprice grew stronger, and before tea was over she said "My dear, if you will not come and live with me, at all events make use of me. Your uncle will, no doubt, have to make some small changes in his household.
"I do see them advantages, marm," said the captain bluntly. He looked at Eve with something dog-like peering from beneath his shaggy eyebrows. "Of course," continued Mrs. Harrington, ignoring the confession, "you have been brought up as a lady, and are accustomed to refinement, and in some degree to luxury." "You needn't make it any plainer, marm," blurted out Captain Bontnor.
Harrington's no friend of mine," said Captain Bontnor; and De Lloseta, who was looking out of the window, smiled somewhat grimly. "Perhaps," he said after a little pause, "perhaps you will allow me to claim the privilege which you deny to her?" "Yes," answered Captain Bontnor awkwardly; "yes, if you care to." "Thanks. I see Miss Challoner Eve coming. I count on your assistance."
Harrington turned to Eve again with a faint reflex of her overbearing manner towards the Ingham-Bakers and other persons who found it expedient to submit. "You will see at a glance," she said, "that it is impossible for you to live with Captain Bontnor." "I have already accepted his kind offer," returned the girl. "Thank you, nevertheless." "But," said Mrs.
Harrington gasped. She lived in a world where people think such things as these, but do not say them. Captain Bontnor, on the other hand, had not yet encountered a person of whom he was so much afraid as to conceal a hostile opinion, should he harbour such. He was patting Eve's gloved hand as if she had been physically hurt, and Eve smiled down into his sympathetic old face.
It is a place a place one might easily become attached to. Do you know" he turned his back to her, busying himself with the silver teapot "Lloseta?" he added jerkily. "Yes. My father and I used to go there very often." "Ah " He waited handing Captain Bontnor a cup of tea in silence. But Eve was not thinking of Lloseta; she was thinking of the Casa d'Erraha.
It is possible that simple old Captain Bontnor in part divined these thoughts in the set grey eyes, the grey wrinkled face. "You'll understand, marm," he said, "that my niece will not be in a position to live the sort o' life" he paused, and looked round the vast room, quite without admiration "the sort o' life you're livin' here. She couldn't keep up the position."
"Listen!" she said, and spreading out her elbows she read grandly Send me more, or, better still, if convenient, when you are next in town, do me the honour of calling here. Yours very truly "Now listen, uncle." "Yes, dear!" "'Yours very truly, "'JOHN CRAIK." "Lor!" ejaculated Captain Bontnor, "the gentleman that writes."
Fitz had telegraphed to Eve's only living relative, Captain Bontnor, and Fitz it was who stayed on at the Casa d'Erraha until that mariner should arrive; for the doctor was compelled to return to his ship at Port Mahon, and the priest never slept in another but his own little vicarage house.
Eve turned on her with a flash of bright dark eyes. "Thank you; I do not want to make a suitable marriage." Captain Bontnor laid his hand on her arm. "My dear," he said, "don't take any heed of her. She doesn't know any better. I have heard tell of such women, but" he looked round the room "I did not look to meet with one in a house like this. I did not know they called themselves ladies." Mrs.
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