There was a wonderful degree of mirth and tenderness in her eyes
as she watched him. They had floated by a little point; and as he
raised his head he saw a form which he recognized as Mr.
Merriweather rowing toward them. "There comes one of your
shadows," he said mockingly. "Be careful how you exchange boats
when he comes along-side. I will give you no help in such a case."
She looked hastily over her shoulder at the approaching oarsman.
"I think it will be safer to remain in your boat," she said.
"Oh, it will be entirely safe," he replied bitterly.
"Mr. Merriweather must have seen you carrying me."
"That's another thing which I can't help."
"Mr. Scofield," she began softly.
He arrested his oars, and turned wondering eyes to hers. They were
sparkling with mirth as she continued, "Are you satisfied that a
certain young woman whom you once watched very narrowly is
entirely to your mind?"
He caught her mirthful glance and misunderstood her. With dignity
he answered, "I'm not the first man who blundered to his cost,
though probably it would have made no difference.
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