Franklin laughed. "Why? He likes everybody."

"Because I don't like him, I suppose. I never get on very well with

poets at any time. They always seem to belong to the cherub

family,--cut off at the shoulders, I mean, and surrounded with Christmas

card clouds."

Franklin laughed again. "You should see him whipping a trout stream or

crawling after deer."

"Mrs. Keene's in the next room," said Mrs. Larpent, warningly. Would he

take the hint and be a little less sun-parlorish?

"Is she? By Jove, yes. I mustn't make such a row. I wouldn't disturb

her for anything."

No, he had missed it. She crossed one leg over the other. Rather more

than a slim, white ankle showed. Well, the night was all in front of

them. "It was a horrid trick, getting rid of us like that. I had just

settled down on the _Galatea_ and was preparing to have the first really

happy time of my life. You alone among men have it in your power to do

that for me, Pelham." She felt that she was hurrying a little.

"Well, the _Galatea_ can be at your service again. Not yet though, I'm

afraid. Malcolm and I have a plan in the back of our heads." He got up

and heaved a sigh and walked about. Beatrix came back into his head at

the mention of the _Galatea_. He could see her leaning against the

starboard rail with the sun on her golden head and her chin held high.

He would always be able to see that picture, thank God!

"Tell me about it," said Mrs. Larpent, hoping that, after all, she had

not hurried too fast and that it was not her remark that made him

restless. Any other man almost would have caught her meaning.

"Not yet," he said. "It isn't sufficiently formed." And then he lit a

cigarette and sat down again, with a chuckle. "I can't fancy _you_ in

this one-eyed hole. I thought, of course, that you'd stay the night here

and then take the first possible train to New York."

"Did you think what would happen to me after that?"

"No, I confess I didn't. Southampton, or some such place. Society on

the beach. You said something about Southampton, in the summer when you

had mercy on me that time and we did the theatres. You were awfully good

to me then."

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