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In each girl's mind was the thought that it had been unwise to enter the restaurant. By this time they had come to a realization of the fact that they were the only women in the room. "We ought never to have come here," whispered Lillian, clutching Madge's arm. "Nonsense," returned Madge bravely, "we have as much right here as any of these men." "But I'd rather not stay," persisted Lillian.
"Of course, it's that Draper cat," said Lillian Underwood, and the indignation in her voice was a salve to my wounded pride. "Then you know," I faltered. "Of course, I know, you poor child; know, too, how distressed you have been, although Dicky doesn't dream that I gathered that from his ingenuous plea for the lady." My brain whirled.
Looking round upon the noble faces hanging on the wall, looking at him, so proud, so dignified, I could not tell him what his child had done. Oh, Lily, if I had told him, I should not be kneeling here at your feet now." Lillian made no reply, but pressed the proud, drooping figure more closely to her side. "I can hardly tell the rest," said Beatrice; "the words frighten me as I utter them.
He did not seem to be the kind of man who would fail to return a friendly good morning greeting. "I don't think he heard you, Madge. Let's all halloo together," proposed Lillian. "Good morning!" shouted five young voices in a mischievous chorus. The seaman lifted his big head. His smile came slowly, wrinkling his face into heavy creases. "Good morning, mates," he called heartily. "Coming ashore?"
"I want Lillian to ride soon, and Roger is rather old for an escort to such a little horsewoman. Don't you think we might try Paul?" she said, turning to Hester. The woman gravely eyed the lad from head to foot, and shook her head, but an imploring little gesture and a glance of the handsome eyes softened her heart in spite of herself.
In the afternoon Miss Jenny stationed two girls at the forward watch. She stood in the stern. Madge and Lillian went on the upper deck of their little cabin for a further range of vision. Far out on the water Madge saw two great, curling columns of smoke. "Look, Lillian!" she cried hopelessly, "there goes an ocean liner. We must be far from shore. How can we signal her?"
So much depression of spirit was in his attitude, even listless despair, as he stood in the vacant apartment, looking down at the silver bowl on the table, filled with white roses and galax leaves, freshly gathered; so much of the thought in his mind was expressed in his face, distinct and definite in the firelight, despite the clouds at the dim window, that Lillian Royston, descending the stair unperceived, read in its lineaments an illuminated text of the past.
She is a regular tyrant, I happen to know: a strong-minded woman, with a vengeance. She manages every one here; and unless you are in her good books, don't expect to keep your footing in this house, my boy. So just mind and pay her a little more attention and Miss Lillian a little less. After all, it is worth the trouble.
Lillian cried, seizing Bayne's wrist in a grip like steel. "Take me to my child!" He could not be rid of her importunacy, and he came to think it was well that the two should be separated, for Mrs. Briscoe had not abandoned all self-control, and her gallant struggle for composure appealed for his aid. "No," she had said firmly; "Ned would expect me to wait for him here.
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