Allyne? This is the first time I've seen you
to-day."
"Yes, thank you, I'm well except for a headache."
"Headache? Indeed!" She laughed lightly, and her manner made him wince.
"You seem to find it amusing," he said resentfully.
She laughed outright.
"Why, you're really _cross_! Is that the way a generous dinner affects
you? Now, roast pig never goes to my head at all--does, it Janet?"
Her mocking angered him in his present mood, but he had learned caution
from last night and, simply bowing, walked off without a reply. Under
his breath, however, he anathematized a woman who could so easily lead
a man into trouble, only to make merry over his discomfiture.
CHAPTER XII.
THE STORY OF A WRECK.
The day which had begun in Sabbath stillness, so far as wind and
weather were concerned, was destined to end in a far different manner.
The dingey had scarcely reached the drifting vessel when the wind began
to freshen into a decided blow. Clouds rolled up from the southwest,
and it grew rapidly darker. Many of the passengers retired to their
staterooms, but the twins, consumed with anxiety for their father,
would not leave the deck, and Lady Moreham, Mr. Lawrence, Bessie, and
Dwight remained with them, the other ladies being obliged to retire.
Presently, as the group watched, talking in subdued tones, amid the
increasing noise of the coming storm, the watch sang out the glad news
of the captain's boat in sight, and the girls, straining their gaze
across the hillocks of gray-black waters beneath the angry sky, could
see the tiny thing approaching.
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