But she declined to be too solemn. "Dear Captain Yule, it all quite stuck out of you!"
"You mean I floundered like a drowning man———?"
Well, she consented to have meant that. "Till I plunged in!"
He appeared there for a few seconds, to see her again take the jump and to listen again to the splash; then, with an odd, sharp impulse, he turned his back. "You saved me."
She wouldn't deny it—on the contrary. "What a pity, now, I haven't a daughter!"
On this he slowly came round again. "What should I do with her?"
"You'd treat her, I hope, better than you've treated Miss Prodmore."
The young man positively coloured. "But I haven't been bad———?"
The sight of this effect of her small joke produced on Mrs. Gracedew's part an emotion less controllable than any she had yet felt. "Oh, you delightful goose!" she irrepressibly dropped.
She made his blush deepen, but the aggravation was a relief. "Of course—I'm all right, and there's only one pity in the matter. I've nothing—nothing whatever, not a scrap of ser-
