She gets very few letters, but lots of cablegrams, from America.
She has lots of money, too, and she spends it. Sometimes I have to
talk to her seriously about being extravagant."
"You do? What does she say?"
"Oh, she laughs. That's what makes me think she's only a governess for
fun. I never knew a girl so ready to laugh--though she did cry that
morning." He spoke musingly, half to himself.
"What morning was that?" said Sir Tancred quickly.
"It was a few mornings ago," said Tinker vaguely; and he added hastily,
"I think I'll go after her and Elsie; they've gone down the Corniche
towards Mentone."
"Was it the morning I had an affair with M. le Comte de Puy-de-Dome?"
"Ye-e-s," said Tinker with some reluctance, and he prepared for
trouble. Hitherto his father had said nothing of that timely but
eldritch yell. Now, by his careless admission about the tears of
Dorothy, he had opened the matter, and let himself in for a rating.
But Sir Tancred was silent, musing, and Tinker returned to his idle
consideration of the Mediterranean.
Presently he said, "She would make you a nice little wife, sir."
Sir Tancred started. "There are times," he said, "when I feel you
would take my breath away, if I hadn't very good lungs.
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