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And Lady MacNairne forgot to put it down in her note-book when some one told her that Enkhuisen was the birthplace of Paul Potter. I shall never forget that night at Enkhuisen, or the hotel. Mr. Starr said it was no wonder Cities of the Zuider Zee died, if they were brought up on hotels like that.
But this return to chaos did not make for peace of mind, because, though I could not bear to lose either, I should be lucky if I contrived to keep one. Besides, there was the worry about Sir Alec MacNairne, and the danger that he might pounce down upon us to destroy the fabric I had so carefully woven.
But then, many things about Lady MacNairne are odd. The sun was blazing that morning, but a wind had come up in the night, and beaten the waves into froth. The dark sea-line stretched unevenly along the horizon, and there were no fishing-boats to be seen.
"That would be reason enough for stopping at Assen," said Brederode. "There are things to see there, very good and unique things; but ordinary tourists don't often hear about them, and if Sir Alec MacNairne is chasing us, he'll glide by Assen without a thought."
"Yes, my Scotch aunt. Such a charming woman. I'm an American, you know. Clever of me to have a Scotch aunt, but I have. I've been visiting her lately, near Edinburgh. You would like Lady MacNairne, I think." Phil's face changed. She is the last girl in the world to be a snob; but hearing that this young man had a Scotch aunt, with a title, was almost as good as a proper introduction.
It was not an enlivening conversation, and in the midst Mr. van Buren came to say that there were no tidings of Jonkheer Brederode and the boat. Then Nell jumped up, very white, with shining eyes. "Can't we do something?" she asked. Her cousin shook his head. "What is there we can do? Nothing! We must wait and hope that all is well." "Are you anxious now?" asked Lady MacNairne.
I almost thought she must be talking in her sleep. "Why, Lady MacNairne!" I exclaimed, "it's half-past eleven." "I know," said she. "All the more reason for haste. I'm not joking. There's a reason why we ought to be off at once. Of course, 'Mascotte' is your boat, dear Nell, and it's your trip.
'Every man has his price, is a proverb that doesn't count with Dutchmen, where principles are concerned. Now, I'm going to try and force a way, but I'm afraid 'Mascotte' hasn't force enough, and if not, it's all up, for here comes MacNairne." I looked back and saw my uncle-in-law picking his way toward us from boat to barge, from barge to lighter.
I certainly never said so," I answered promptly and truthfully too. "Perhaps I thought, at the time, that the less attention bestowed on the ladies the better they would be pleased," I added. "You were right," remarked Nell, bravely. "Oh, very well," said Sir Alec. Then, abruptly, "How's the dog?" "He's as nice as ever," replied the girl. Silence for an instant. MacNairne was visibly reflecting.
"I didn't want him to think I cared," Nell answered. "Dear girl, you were quite right," said Lady MacNairne. Then she laughed. "He hoped to make our Phil jealous, I suppose, for his real thought seems to have been for her, doesn't it?" Neither of us answered.
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