We found Captain Bennydeck and his pretty secretary enjoying a little rest and refreshment, after a long morning"s work for the good of the Home. The Captain was carving the chicken; and Sydney, by his side, was making the salad. The house-cat occupied a third chair, with her eyes immovably fixed on the movements of the knife and fork. Perhaps I was thinking of sad past days. Anyway, it seemed to me to be as pretty a domestic scene as a man could wish to look at. The arrival of Kitty made the picture complete.
Our visit was necessarily limited by a due remembrance of the hour of departure, by an early tidal train. Kitty"s last words to Sydney bade her bear their next meeting in mind, and not be melancholy at only saying good-by for a time. Like all children, she asks strange questions. When we were out in the street again, she said to her uncle: "Do you think my nice Captain will marry Syd?"
Randal had noticed, in Captain Bennydeck"s face, signs which betrayed that the bitterest disappointment of his life was far from being a forgotten disappointment yet. If it had been put by any other person, poor Kitty"s absurd question might have met with a bitter reply. As it was, her uncle only said: "My dear child, that is no business of yours or mine."
Not in the least discouraged, Kitty turned to me. "What do _you_ think, Samuel?"
I followed Randal"s lead, and answered, "How should I know?"
The child looked from one to the other of us. "Shall I tell you what I think?" she said, "I think you are both of you humbugs."