"You poor thing!" exclaimed Miss Winstanley, guilelessly. "Why weren’t you born in dear America? Of course if you _could_ go stalking around in chain-armor like those ancestors of yours at Beaumanoir, it wouldn’t seem so appropriate. But just to look at you as you stand, to-day, I should judge there were the makings of a fair business man in you. Look here, Lord Clandonald, I don’t know that I was ever better pleased in my life than by that idea of yours of our going to lunch at Beaumanoir with Miss Carstairs. I don’t mind telling you I just adore that girl—and the combination of her company with a moat and yew trees, and wall-peaches, and the chance of seeing English rooks—and Miss Bleecker not ’in it,’ I’ll be eternally obliged."
"It seems to me the host counts for unflatteringly little," said Clandonald, somewhat piqued.
"I didn’t mean to have you think so," answered she with astonishing gentleness, "I was only carried away to forget my manners by realizing so many dreams at once. Indeed, I am glad, or shall be, to meet you again after this voyage. Now, I’m going to ask you something that will make you laugh, perhaps, but please don’t. Could you give me the address of a really good place in London where I could get frocks and hats, ready-to-wear, that would keep me from looking like a guy?"
Poor Clandonald winced at thought of just how he had become acquainted with the best _faiseuses_ in London, whose bills he had paid to the uttermost farthing, after the ex-Lady Clandonald had ceased to be. But he could not help smiling at the earnest anxiety of his questioner.
"I think I might help you a little, perhaps, but surely——"
"Surely there ought to be some woman aboard to do it? Of course you think so, but if I could tell you half I’ve divined, and some things I’ve overheard from them, you’d know I’d never ask one of them. Why, I heard that old Vereker tabby say to the old Bleecker cat, as distinctly as could be, that I was a freak in clothes and a bounder in manners, and she wondered the captain let me go at large."
"Perfectly true, and I had it out of her by trailing her half-dead husband after me all over the ship, until he hadn’t a leg to stand on; and I put a rose in his buttonhole under her very eyes. I’ve been ashamed of it ever since, but when a girl’s got to fight her own battles, what would you have?"