She consented to sit in the balcony with him for a few minutes, but she would not permit his chair to be placed too close to hers. “The waiters pass backward and forward,” she said, “and what would they think?” “The deuce take what they think,” replied Captain Pullen, “I haven’t seen you for two months, and you keep me at arms’ length as if I should poison you! What do you suppose a man is made of?” “My dear Ralph, you know it is nothing of the kind, but it is quite impossible that we can sit side by side like a pair of turtle doves in a public Hotel like this!” “Let us go up to your room then?” “To my bedroom?” she ejaculated with horror. “To Margaret’s room then! she won’t be so prudish, I’m sure! Anywhere where I can speak to you alone!” “The nurse will be in Margaret’s room, with little Ethel!” “Hang it all, then, come for another walk! Let us go away from the town, out on those sand hills. I’m sure no one will see us there!” “Dear Ralph, you must be reasonable! If I were seen walking about Heyst alone with you at night, it would be all over the town to-morrow.” “Let it be! Where’s the harm?” “But I have kept our engagement most scrupulously secret! No one knows anything, but that you are Margaret’s brother-in-law! You don’t know how they gossip and chatter in a place like this. I could never consent to appear at the public _table d’hôte_ again, if I thought that all those vulgarians had been discussing my most private affairs!” “O! well! just as you choose!” replied Ralph Pullen discontentedly, “but I suppose you will not object to _my_ taking another turn along the Digue before I go to bed! Here, garçon, bring me a chasse! Good-night, then, if you will not stay!” “It is not that I _will_ not--it is that I _cannot_, Ralph!” said Miss Leyton, as she gave him her hand. “Good-night! I hope you will find your room comfortable, and if it is fine to-morrow, we will have a nice walk in whichever direction you prefer!” “And much good that will be!” grumbled the young man, as he lighted his cigarette and strolled out again upon the Digue. As he stood for a moment looking out upon the sea, which was one mass of silvery ripples, he heard himself called by name. He looked up. The Gobellis had a private sitting-room facing the Digue on the ground floor, and the Baroness was leaning out of the open window, and beckoning to him. “Won’t you come in and ’ave a whiskey and soda?” she asked. “The Baron ’as ’is own whiskey ’ere, real Scotch, none of your nasty Belgian stuff, ’alf spirits of wine and ’alf varnish! Come along! We’ve got a jolly little parlour, and my little friend ’Arriet Brandt shall sing to you! Unless you’re off on some lark of your own, eh?” “No! indeed,” replied Ralph, “I was only wondering what I should do with myself for the next hour. Thank you so much! I’ll come with pleasure.” And in another minute he was seated in the company of the Baron and Baroness and Harriet Brandt. CHAPTER VI.