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There is Daubeney's yacht, the Blue-Bell." "Yes. So I see. It would be charming if we had time to go for a run along the Riviera, but I am afraid, whilst Mr. Brett controls our energies, amusement of that sort will be out of our reach." "Not a bit of it. You do not see my point, Edith. Daubeney is a first-rate chap, and a thorough sportsman.
It was impossible to resist Daubeney's buoyant good nature, and Edith felt certain that in half an hour she would be calling him "Jimmy." They sped across the waves towards the Chateau d'If, and drew up alongside its small landing-stage. The island supplies an all-the-year-round resort for the townspeople. Every fine day a steamer runs at intervals to and fro between it and the inner harbour.
Luckily Miss Talbot's dark doubts had vanished after one keen glance at Daubeney. He was eminently a safe friend for her future husband. Such a fat and hail-fellow-well-met individual could not possibly harbour guile. So she passed over without reference the extent of Daubeney's acquaintance concerning herself, implied by the use of her Christian name.
She wondered how two women would have conducted the negotiations. The question was too abstruse, so she gave it up and contented herself instead with accepting Daubeney's hearty request that they should inspect the yacht. The Blue-Bell was an extremely smart little ship of 250 tons register, and an ordinary speed of twelve knots.
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