"Very well, he shan"t learn it from me."
"And he mustn"t from Miss Rivers. Will you warn your stepsister, not under any provocation whatever, to speak the name of Lady MacNairne?"
"I will. But why couldn"t you have said Phil was engaged to Jonkheer Brederode?"
"Robert van Buren wouldn"t have stood it."
"I see. But what about him? It"s no use my telling him anything; he would go and do the opposite. He"s sitting in the outer cabin, alone, where Lady MacNairne asked him to stay and keep guard over her, while Phyllis and I stopped beside her in the inner room.
"Dear Aunt Fay," I murmured. "If you"ll just warn Miss Rivers, and tell my aunt that she"d better be asleep when Sir Alec MacNairne peeps in, I"ll tackle your cousin."
"Come, then," said Nell.
And I followed her into that tasteful little cabin which, in the dim past, I decorated for my own use.
Luckily, it is a far more difficult task to persuade Robert van Buren to say something than not to say anything at all; and though he was puzzled, and not too pleased at being plunged into a mystery, I extorted from him a promise to glare as much as he liked at the intruder but not on any account to speak.
"He won"t know you understand English," I said, determining to strengthen in Sir Alec"s mind, by every means in my power, the impression of Robert"s Dutchness.
I had just arranged matters when Nell came back with the strained air of a martyr who hears the lions. We went up on deck together, and a glance showed Sir Alec that no introduction was needed.
"What! This is Miss Van Buren, the young lady who is engaged to marry Jonkheer Brederode!" he exclaimed.
Nell bowed, thankful no doubt that his way of putting it relieved her of the necessity for words.
"You said in Leeuwarden that you didn"t know the two young ladies in Dutch costumes," my uncle-in-law flung at me.
"You may have gathered that impression. I certainly never said so," I answered promptly--and truthfully too. "Perhaps I thought, at the time, that the less attention bestowed on the ladies the better they would be pleased," I added.
"You were right," remarked Nell, bravely.
"Oh, very well," said Sir Alec. Then, abruptly, "How"s the dog?"
"He"s as nice as ever," replied the girl.
Silence for an instant. MacNairne was visibly reflecting. The sight of Miss Van Buren, and her tacit confirmation of my statement, was cooling him down. He is a gentleman, and a good fellow when not in one of his jealous rages; and evidently he did not wish to distress her, or shake her faith in a man she was going to marry.
"I expected to find my wife on board this boat," he said at last abruptly. "Is she here?"
"No," said Nell, "she is not, and never has been."
"It"s your boat--not Brederode"s?"
"It"s my boat. He is--kindly acting as our skipper. If you would care to go below, and satisfy yourself that La--that your wife isn"t on board, please do so."
Sir Alec looked at her, and she looked at him, straight in the eyes, as why should she not, poor girl, having no guilty secret of her own to conceal?
"Thank you," he said. "If I"ve your word for it, that"s enough. I won"t go below. Instead, I will bid you good afternoon, and get back to my own boat--if I can. But first--Starr, do you know where my wife is?"
"I don"t," said I. "That I swear. I only wish I did, and I"d tell you like a shot. Why don"t you advertise in the papers: "Come home. Forget and forgive. I"ll do the same." Or something of the sort? I"m perfectly sure that would fetch her, for she"s very fond of you, you know--or ought to know. She told me once that, in spite of all, you were one of the best fellows in the world."
"Did she really?" the poor chap asked, his face flushing up--not with rage this time.
"She did, indeed."
"Thank you," he said absent-mindedly. He thought for a moment, and then spoke quickly, "Well, Brederode, I"m not sure that I oughtn"t to apologize."
"I _am_ sure, Sir Alec," Alb answered. But he was smiling.
"Here goes, then." The big Scotsman held out his hand. The tall Dutchman in the blue overalls took it.
"I don"t know about you, Starr," said Sir Alec. "I"m inclined to feel that you, at all events, have treated me rather badly. As my wife"s----"
"I"ve meant well all through," I broke in hurriedly. "And just now I gave you a bit of good advice. You"ll thank me when you"ve taken it."
"Perhaps I will take it," he muttered.
"Hurrah!" said Alb. "The grand pressure of the whole flock of us is forcing the barrier apart. We shall make our way through in a few minutes now."
"Good-by, then, all," exclaimed Sir Alec. "I must be getting back to my boat. The bargees don"t mind me much now it"s dawned on their intelligence that I"m neither mad nor an anarchist. Brederode, I congratulate you on your engagement to Miss Van Buren. I hope, Miss Van Buren, that you will be very happy. As for me, probably I shall leave Holland to-morrow."
With that he turned his back upon us resolutely and made off, scrambling on board the barge jammed nearest "Mascotte"s" side. So he went on, from one to another, until he had disappeared from sight.
"Miss Van Buren," said Brederode, "can you forgive us?"
"It is hard," she said, picking up a fold of her white dress and playing with it nervously. "But we won"t talk of it any more--ever. I must go now, and see how Lady MacNairne is."
"Not yet. One moment. There"s something I must say in justice to myself," Brederode persisted.
She hesitated. And there was that in her face, that in his voice, which made me realize suddenly that my explanations were not needed. I could trust Alb not to give me away; and, as for him, he had forgotten all about me--so had Nell. And I crept off unnoticed.
The one place for me was on board "Waterspin," and before the barrier had done more than show signs of yielding I crawled over, slinking into my cabin.
"Well, well!" I said to myself. "Well, well!" I said again, with my head between my hands as I sat on my lonely bunk. There seemed nothing else to say.
I stayed for a long time, until the press had broken, and we were going on at full speed once more. Then I went to a window of the kitchen, which Phyllis so much admired, and looked out. I could see the deck of "Mascotte," and Brederode and Nell, who were still alone there together.
"Well, well!" I repeated idiotically; "it"s I who did that. If it hadn"t been for me--but I don"t know. I suppose it was bound to happen, anyway.
I wonder?"
Then I returned to my cabin and flitted about restlessly. Soon I became conscious that I was humming an air. It was not, in itself, a sad air; but there was a certain sadness as well as appropriateness in its meaning for me----
_Giving agreeable girls away-- One for you, and one for you, but never (how does it go?), never one for me!_
We were stopping. We had come to Middelburg. I looked out again. Nell was on deck alone. Doubtless Alb had at last gone below to the motor-room, and was exchanging the blue overalls for something more decorous. Would he, even for the sake of conventionality, have left her at such a moment unless everything were settled?