said he.
“Where did it break out ?”
“No one knows; it may have come of your concert.”
“But they are getting the better of it?”
“They are working wonders so far, senhor.”
“You see, Miss Denison,” I continued ecstatically, “our rough old diamond of a skipper is the right man in the right place after all. A tight man in a tight place, eh?” and I laughed like an idiot in their calm grave faces.
“Senhor Cole is right,” said Santos, “although his ‘ilarity sims a leetle out of place. But you must
too agitated to come to table, poor fellow!”
“Still, the captain felt the open slight.”
“Then he shouldn’t have used such language in front of me.”
“Your father felt it, too, Miss Denison.”
I hear nothing plainer than her low but quick reply:
“Mr. Cole, my father has been dead many; many years;