Her Faithful Knight — page 170: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XVL FOR PHYLLIS’ SAKE. During the course of the well chosen and dainty menu at the Carrington Hotel, Darcy Derrick was sufficiently tactful to refrain from troubling his leading lady with any reference to the state of his affections, and confined himself to sympathetic inquiries about her sister, and witty and amusing chatter on different subjects. As soon as the tour was finished, so he informed her, he intended hiring a yacht and cruising about in the Mediterranean. “Lying on deck all day,” he said, watching her closely, “with one’s hands behind one’s head and one’s eyes fixed on the blue sky above, and ears filled with the music of the swishing waves. The only sensible thing to do in August and September, isn’t it?” “Yes, for any one who can afford it,’ Dorothy an- swered. Her thoughts flew to Phyllis and to Phyllis’ longing for a sea. voyage. Both sisters were passionately fond of the sea, and at this moment Dorothy, hot and tired, with.an aching head and a heart weighed down by anxiety and grim forebodings, felt that almost any sac- rifice would be justifiable to secure rest and freedom and fresh sea breezes for Phyllis and herself on just such a trip as Mr. Derrick had planned. “You look dreadfully pale,’ her companion suddenly exclaimed. “Do let me give you some more Burgundy.” “No, thank you. Iam not used to wine.” ECOMIGdoOO “S “Don’t you like it?” (S@)