He gripped her hand and released it. "I have never met more than one of
each," he said. "Which may be the secret of their charm. Don't class them
together in your mind for a moment! Larpent's daughter may be a born
charmer. Young Bunny Brian seems to think so at any rate. But she is
not--and never will be--an adventuress."
"Is Bunny Brian fond of her--really fond of her?" asked Sheila.
Saltash nodded. "Sure thing--as Jake would say! And he's a sound chap
too. I hope he'll get her."
"She is not very likely to refuse," said Sheila, turning from the rail.
The little boat had passed out of sight under the lee of the yacht. A
great rocket whistled skywards, and broke in a violet flare that lighted
sea and shore. The _fete_ was over, and people were crowding on board.
The band was playing a selection from a comic opera, and a few voices
were singing the careless, sentimental words.
Saltash turned with his companion. "And now we are going to supper at The
Anchor. I must get Mrs. Bolton to lead the way. Poor Jake is bored to the
soul, but he's facing it like a man. Fine fellow--Jake."
"Oh, is he a friend of yours?" Sheila asked. "A very particular friend, I
mean?"
Saltash grimaced to the stars.
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