Carlyon, but the width of the
table separated him. Malcolm paid the young lady proper attention;
that is to say, he kept her plate supplied with good things, but
otherwise he took very little notice of her, and talked to gentle-
looking Mrs. Brent, who was on his other side.
But Tina was not used to being ignored, and by this time she had
made up her mind that Malcolm could only have heard a fragment of
their talk in the woodlands, so she addressed him pointedly, and
obliged him to break off something he was saying to the elder lady.
"So you dined at the vicarage on Saturday, I hear. How dreadfully
bored you must have been! Mr. Charrington is an old dear, but he is
rather a prig. I mean"--transfixed by the sudden gleam in Malcolm's
eyes--"I mean, that is--that he is so learned."
"Oh, I am quite aware of your meaning, Miss Ross," returned Malcolm
quietly, "but I am rather an embryo prig myself." Then for the
remainder of the meal Tina was absolutely dumb.
CHAPTER XVII
"ADIEU--AU REVOIR"
If there is power in me to help,
It goeth forth beyond the present will,
Clothing itself in very common deeds
Of any humble day's necessity.
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