fected the offhand style. "She's quite well," he said. "Looks just as charming as ever."
"She really means that canvassing?"
"She's spoken of it again."
"She'll do a lot for you," said Melville, and left a fine wide pause.
Chatteris assumed the tone of a man who gossips.
"Who is this Miss Waters?" he asked.
"A very charming person," said Melville and said no more.
Chatteris waited, and his pretence of airy gossip vanished. He became very much in earnest.
"Look here," he said. "Who is this Miss Waters?"
"How should I know?" prevaricated Melville.
"Well, you do know. And the others know. Who is she?"
Melville met his eyes. "Won't they tell you?" he asked.
"That's just it," said Chatteris.
"Why do you want to know?"
"Why shouldn't I know?"
"There's a sort of promise to keep it dark."
"Keep what dark?"
My cousin gestured.
"It can't be anything wrong?" My cousin made no sign.
"She may have had experiences?"
My cousin reflected a moment on the possibilities of the deep-sea life. "She has had them," he said.
"I don't care if she has."
There came a pause.
"Look here, Melville," said Chatteris, "I want
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