"I know all about it. I've been looking in the glass. Hurry up and finish dressing. I will meet you on the veranda." Wesson came along at that moment with Eggert and smiled. I resented that smile. It meant a hundred things that he had no right to surmise; besides, they weren't true. "It is perfectly lovely here," he commented, to Eggert as much as to me. "My friend Camwell has not misrepresented it in the least." "Camran," corrected Eggert, for which I could have punched his head. Were they going to argue that point over between them? "Camran, I should have said," corrected Wesson. "Could I make arrangements to come out here and board while I remain on the island?" "Damn!" I exclaimed, under my breath, but Marjorie heard me through the partition. "What is the matter?" she asked, sympathetically. "Has something pricked you, too?" "Yes," I said, for the couple on the veranda had moved out of hearing. "Something I don't like. What do you think that confounded Wesson is saying to Eggert?" "I don't know." "He wants to come out here and board." "Well, that idea does credit to his judgment." "But it will put me to lots of bother." "I don't see how." "Why, if he moves out here, you and I will have to move up to the town." She digested this statement for a while, during which she put the finishing touches to her toilet. Then she asked if I was in suitable condition for her to come to my door. "Come and see," I retorted. "I've got on much more than either of us had when we strolled down to the beach an hour ago. I think I heard somebody say yesterday that there was no need of being too prudish." "But at that time I wasn't feeling well." "And at this time I'm feeling devilish bad, myself." She came slowly, with little stops, at which she renewed her inquiries and asked for fuller information. When she finally arrived I proved to be completely dressed with the exception of the tie and a morning coat, and we had a laugh together. "You didn't really mean that you would leave here just on account of Mr. Wesson's coming?" she said, interrogatively, as she arranged the tie. "Yes," I replied, holding up my head to give her fingers full play. Her breath was in my nostrils, sweet breath that made me think of meadows and new-mown hay. "What harm can he do us?" "He'll be continually in the way." "He seems very polite always." "That's just the trouble," I snarled. "If he would only get ugly I could have it out with him in a minute. If he would keep at one end of the veranda while we were at the other, all would be well. He won't do that. He'll be good natured, sociable, all that sort of hateful thing. The quarantine grounds measure only five acres and there's not room enough here for any other man, while it is your residence." She was so near that I could have snatched a kiss before she could stop me. I would almost as soon have bitten her. "Eggert?" she said, tentatively. "He's got to go, too, then?"