"I suppose Saltash will buy
another yacht, won't he?"
Larpent's eyes came definitely down to him, grimly contemptuous. "Do you
also suppose that would be the same thing?" he said.
Bunny flushed a little, but he accepted the rebuff with a good grace. "I
don't know, sir. You see, I've never been the captain of a yacht."
Larpent's hard visage relaxed a little. He resumed his contemplation of
the distant pine-woods in silence.
Bunny got up whistling and began to stroll about the room. He was never
still for long. He was not very familiar with the state reception-rooms
of Burchester Castle and he found plenty to interest him.
Several minutes passed, and he had almost forgotten the silent man who
leaned against the fire-place, when suddenly Larpent came out of his
melancholy reverie and spoke.
"How long has the child been with these Boltons?"
Bunny paused at the further end of the room. "Let's see! It must be some
time now--practically ever since the wreck. It must be about six weeks.
Yes; she came just before I left to take on this job--the week of the
Graydown Meetings." Bunny's eyes kindled at the memory. "We had some
sport the day she came, I remember; quite a little flutter.
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