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"He's got everything mixed up; and because he's heard that a Lady MacNairne's on this boat, he's been chasing us, full of fury. He's silly enough to believe that Brederode's in love with his wife, and I can't make you understand precisely why, without giving away a secret of my aunt's that nonsense of his is likely to work our Lady MacNairne a lot of harm."
"I think," he answered slowly, "that it's by way of being Sir Alec MacNairne's 'Wilhelmina." "Good heavens!" I exclaimed, "you take it pretty calmly." But even as I reproached him, I was conscious of an increase of speed. Alb can regulate this by means of a long lever which goes down through the deck to the motor. "What makes you think it's Sir Alec?" I asked.
Nell had torn her dress on a barbed-wire fence which shut us away from the only spot of green on the hideous island; Tibe had unfortunately eaten part of what Mr. Starr said was an Early Christian egg; I had wrenched my ankle badly on a bit of banana peel; Lady MacNairne's smart coat was spoilt by some mud which a small Urkian boy had thrown at her, and Mr.
Mary Milton? and if you're Mrs., are you a widow, grass, or otherwise?" She laughed. "Why, how old do you take me to be? As an aunt, my official age was over forty. But Miss Mary Milton isn't much more than half Lady MacNairne's age. It's as good to throw off the years as the wig and the spectacles. I'm only twenty-three. I haven't had time to marry yet, thank goodness!" "Thank goodness!"
I was dying to ask questions, but of course I did not dare; and though I was afraid at first that Nell would resist, she was as meek as a sugar lamb. The motive seemed very mysterious, but I couldn't help fancying it was on Sir Alexander MacNairne's account that Jonkheer Brederode had wished us not to recognize him; still I could not think why.
The reason she gave was that she couldn't take care of Tibe in the car without his help. I was sure she was anxious. All Lady MacNairne's thought was for her nephew, and so I felt it would be only kind to show the Jonkheer that some one cared about him. I begged him to let Hendrik manage the boat alone, for I said we should all be so worried, that it would spoil our drive.
"Lady MacNairne's a friend of mine." "Indeed! But what of that? She's my aunt." "And Robert van Buren is another friend, an intimate one. He has told me about his cousin's motor-boat. He doesn't approve of the tour, as it is. When he hears from me " "Oh, hang it all, why do you want to be such a spoilsport?" demanded the poor wretch in torture.
We could not bear to sit in the dining-room where the commercial travelers in carpet slippers were smoking and discussing Dutch politics, so we clambered up the greased pole to Lady MacNairne's room, and talked about Philip the Second, and tortures, while Tibe growled at the thunder, and looked for it under furniture and in corners.
"He's on deck, too." "And you expect me to say before him that " "He's said the same, already. Or, at least, he agreed while I said it." "Oh! Well, I don't see how I'm to go through with it. But for Lady MacNairne's sake, I'll do it. Come, let's get it over." "Wait a minute," I urged, restraining her impatience. "I must explain a little more, first.
Long before this I'd been sure of his name, but I hadn't expected to hear Lady MacNairne's. "Forty, and looks twenty-five." Yes, that was a fair description of Lady MacNairne, as far as it went; but much more might be said by her admirers, of whom I openly declared myself one, before a good-sized audience at a country house in Scotland, not quite a year ago.
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