But now, under stress of
emotion--small blame to a man who was making a vow of eternal
fidelity!--under stress of emotion, as, on a previous occasion, under
that of indignation, the Captain had raised his voice!
"Yes, against all the scoundrels in the world, whether they're called
Cranster or Beaumaroy!" he said.
Mary's eyes opened. She sat up. "Cranster and Beaumaroy?" They were the
words which her ears had caught. "What in the world has Mr. Beaumaroy to
do with--" But she broke off, as she saw the couple by the fire. "But
what are you two doing?"
Cynthia broke away from her lover, and ran to her friend with
joyous avowals.
"I must have been sound asleep," cried Mary, kissing her. Alec had
followed across the room and now stood close by her. She looked up at
him. "Oh, I see! She's to be safe now from such people?" On this
particular occasion Mary's look at the Captain was not admiring; it was a
little scornful.
"That's the idea," agreed the happy Alec. "Another idea is that I
trot you both over in the car to Old Place--to break the news and
have dinner.
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