Penrhyn Cardemon met her at a theatrical supper and asked her to be one of his guests on his big yacht, the _Mohave_, fitted out for the Azores.

There were twenty in the party, and she would have gone had not Neville objected angrily.
It was not his objection but his irritation that confused her.

She could discover no reason for it.
"It can't be that you don't trust me," she said to him, "so it must be that you're lonely without me, even when you go to spend two weeks with your parents.

I don't mind not going if you don't wish me to, Louis, and I'll stay here in town while you visit your father and mother, but it seems a little bit odd of you not to let me go when I can be of no earthly use to you." Her gentleness with him, and her sweet way of reasoning made him ashamed.
"It's the crowd that's going, Valerie--Cardemon, Querida, Marianne Valdez--where did you meet her, anyway ?" "In her dressing room at the Opera.

She's perfectly sweet.