Whereas if I had left the bag in the
water-butt--all your doing! Aren't you a little sorry?"
"Of course there is an aspect of the case--" she admitted smiling.
"That's enough for me! You've lost the bet. Let's see--what were the
stakes, Mary?"
"Come, let's walk on." She put her arm through his. "What about this
berth that Mr. Naylor's offering you? At Bogota, isn't it?"
He looked puzzled for a moment; then his mind worked quickly back to
Cynthia's almost forgotten tragedy. He laughed in enjoyment of her
thrust. "My place isn't Bogota--though I fancy that it's rather in the
same moral latitude. You're confusing me with Captain Cranster!"
"So I was--for a moment," said Doctor Mary demurely. "But what about the
appointment, anyhow?"
"What about your partnership with Dr. Irechester, if you come to that?"
Mary pressed his arm gently, and they walked on in silence for a little
while. They were clear of the neighborhood of Tower Cottage now, but
still a considerable distance from Old Place; very much alone together on
the heath, as they had seemed to be that night--that night of nights--at
the cottage.
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