"This is quite the best place in the ship," she said. "I am very
comfortable, thank you. Please don't send us away, captain."
Before Courtenay could answer, the officer of the watch looked in.
"Cape Caraumilla bearing sou'west of the Buei Rock, sir," he announced,
and vanished again.
"Don't hurry," said Courtenay, taking up his cap. "I must leave you
for a few minutes."
He was gone, with Joey at his heels, and there was a brief silence.
"Really, Isobel, we should go back on deck," urged Elsie, uneasily.
Already she half regretted the impulse which led her to intervene in
her friend's special hobby.
"I like that. I didn't credit you with such guile, Elsie Maxwell. You
snap up my nice captain beneath my very nose, and coolly propose that I
should vacate the battlefield. Oh dear, no! I can't talk literature,
but I _can_ flirt, and I have not finished with Arthur yet by a long
chalk."
"Isobel, if you knew how you hurt me--"
Miss Baring crossed her pretty feet, folded her arms, and gave her
companion a smiling glance.
"So artful, too. 'Love me, love my dog,' eh? You actually took my
breath away.
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