It COULDN'T have been because
you're Neptune, could it?"
"It might be," Bill flung out, between closed teeth, and turning,
he strode quickly away.
"Bill," called Daisy, and he returned.
"What is it?" he said, and his face showed a hurt, pained look,
rather than anger.
"Only this: Patty asked Guy as a special favour not to mention
this matter to her. So I daresay you'll feel in honour bound not
to speak of it."
"H'm; I don't know as my honour binds me very strongly in that
direction."
"But it MUST, Bill!" and Daisy looked distinctly troubled. "I
oughtn't to have told you, for Patty trusted me not to tell
anybody."
"Patty ought to know better than to trust you at all!" and with
this parting shaft, Bill walked away. On the veranda he met Guy
Martin, who had called for a moment to discuss some Pageant plans
with Mona. Guy was just leaving, and Bill walked by his side, down
the path to the gate.
"Just a moment, Martin, please. As man to man, tell me if Patty
Fairfield refused to take the part of the Spirit of the Sea?"
"Why, yes; she did," said Guy, looking perplexed. "It's a queer
business and very unlike Patty. But she wrote me a note, saying
she didn't want the part, and asking me not to mention the matter
to her at all.
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