"Then how do you account for it, Cecil?"
"I don"t account for it. Why should I? It isn"t the first time Uncle Ted"s gone yachting. Though he hasn"t done it for some years. He was always saying he wanted to go to Crete, Samos, and the Ionian Islands.
He used to talk a good deal about wanting to see the Leucadian Rock."
"What"s that?" She spoke suspiciously.
"A place that some woman threw herself into the sea from."
"Lately, do you mean?"
"Oh, no--some time ago. Anyhow, he wanted to see it I"m sure _I_ don"t know why. But that was his idea."
"Well, she _says_ they"re going to Greece, so perhaps you"re right. And are you really, really not sorry that she"s going?"
"Not at all, if I"m going to have a little peace now."
"Oh, Cecil," she implored, "have I been unfair to you?"
"Horribly unfair."
"I"m very, very sorry. I see I was wrong. Oh, how could I be so horrid?"
"You _were_ down on me! Why, you wanted to go away! You did make me pretty miserable."
"Oh, poor boy! Then you don"t care a bit for that woman, really?"
"Do you mean Eugenia? Not a straw!"
"And, oh, Cecil, if I"m _never_ so horrid and bad-tempered again, will you forgive me?"
"Well, I"ll try," said Cecil.