"Would you like to take a few turns, Miss Guile?" he inquired, a
trace of nervousness in his manner. "I think I can take you safely
over the hurdles and around the bunkers." He indicated the
outstretched legs along the promenade deck and the immovable groups
of chatterers along the rail.
Before deciding, she shot an investigating glance into the corner.
Mrs. Gaston was not only there but was engaged in conversation with
the grey-moustached gentleman in a near-by chair. It required but
half a glance to show that Mr. Totten was unmistakably interested in
something the voluble lady had just said to him.
"No, thank you, Mr. Schmidt," said Miss Guile hastily, and then
hurried over to her chair, a distinct cloud on her smooth brow.
Robin, considering himself dismissed, whirled and went his way, a
dark flush spreading over his face. Never, in all his life, had he
been quite so out of patience with the world as on this bright, sunny
morning.
Miss Guile's frown deepened when her abrupt appearance at Mrs.
Gaston's side caused that lady to look up with a guilty start and to
break off in the middle of a sentence that had begun with:
"International marriages, as a rule, are--Oh!"
Mr.
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