"Certainly there was no one whom I expected less to see over here.

You have come for the yacht races, I suppose ?" She looked at him with a faint smile and raised eyebrows.
"Come," she said, "shall we lie to one another?
Is it worth while?
Candour is so much more original." "Candour by all means then, I beg," he answered.
"I have come over with the Dalkeiths, ostensibly to see the yacht races.
Really I have come to see you." Mr.Sabin bowed.
"I am delightfully flattered," he murmured.
"I don't exactly mean for the pleasure of gazing into your face once more," she continued.

"I have a mission!" Mr.Sabin looked up quickly.
"Great heavens! You, too!" he exclaimed.
She nodded.
"Why not ?" she asked coolly.

"I have been in it for years, you know, and when I got back from South Africa everything seemed so terribly slow that I begged for some work to do." "And they sent you here--to me ?" "Yes," she answered, "and I was here also a few weeks ago, but you must not ask me anything about that." Mr.Sabin's eyebrows contracted, his face darkened.

She shrank a little away from him.
"So it is you who have robbed me of her, then," he said slowly.