Not that he experienced any difficulty in
locating them; for this time the decklights were burning clearly.
Nevertheless, Captain Monk confessed emotion at sight of those two in a
quite perceptible start; and Lanyard saw the eyebrows tremendously
agitated as their manipulator moved aft.
Unconscious of all this, Liane ended her pensive moment by leaning
toward Lanyard and making demoralizing eyes, while the hand left his
and stole with a caressing gesture up his forearm.
"Is love, then, distasteful to you unless it be truly artless,
Michael?"
"There's so much to be said about that, Liane," he evaded.
Monk was standing over them, a towering figure in white with the most
forbidding eyebrows Lanyard had ever seen.
"Might one suggest," he did suggest in iced accents, "that the
quarter-deck is a fairly conspicuous place for this exhibition of
family affection?"
Liane Delorme turned up an enquiring look, tinged slightly with an
impatience which all at once proved too much for her.
"Oh, go to the devil!" she snapped in that harsh voice of the sidewalks
which she was able to use and discard at will.
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