marine engine made. German. She cost twelve thousand dollars.”
“Gee,” the niece remarked in a hushed tone. Her brother turned upon her, pushing her before him from the room.
“Look here,” he said fiercely, his voice shaking, when they were again in the passage. “What are you doing, following me around? What did I tell you I was going to do if you followed me any more?”
“I wasn’t following you. I—”
“Yes, you were,” he interrupted, shaking her, “following me. You—”
“I just wanted to come, too. Besides, it’s Aunt Pat’s boat: it’s not yours. I’ve got as much right down there as you have.”
“Aw, get on up on deck. And if I catch you trailing around behind me again. . .” his voice merged into a dire and nameless threat. The niece turned toward the companionway.
“Oh, haul in your sheet: you’re jibbing.”
four o’clock
They sat at their bridge on deck, shuffling, dealing, speaking in sparse monosyllables. The Nausikaa surged sedately onward under the blue drowsing afternoon. Far away on the horizon, the lazy smudge of the Mandeville ferry.
Mrs. Maurier on the outskirt of the game, gazed at intervals abstractedly into space. From below there came an indistinguishable sound, welling at intervals, and falling, and Mr. Talliaferro grew restive. The sound died away at intervals, swelled again. The Nausikaa paced sedately on.
They played their hands, dealt and shuffled again. Mr. Talliaferro was becoming distrait. Every once in a while his attention strayed and returning found Mrs. Maurier’s eyes
