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"Going to take the old fellow to sea with them," I said. "Well I really

don't see what else they could have done with him. You told your brother-

in-law what you thought of it? I wonder how he took it."

"Very improperly," repeated Fyne. "His manner was offensive, derisive,

from the first. I don't mean he was actually rude in words. Hang it

all, I am not a contemptible ass. But he was exulting at having got hold

of a miserable girl."

"It is pretty certain that she will be much less poor and miserable," I

murmured.

It looked as if the exultation of Captain Anthony had got on Fyne's

nerves. "I told the fellow very plainly that he was abominably selfish

in this," he affirmed unexpectedly.

"You did! Selfish!" I said rather taken aback. "But what if the girl

thought that, on the contrary, he was most generous."

"What do you know about it," growled Fyne. The rents and slashes of his

solemnity were closing up gradually but it was going to be a surly

solemnity. "Generosity! I am disposed to give it another name. No. Not

folly," he shot out at me as though I had meant to interrupt him. "Still

another. Something worse. I need not tell you what it is," he added

with grim meaning.

"Certainly. You needn't--unless you like," I said blankly. Little Fyne

had never interested me so much since the beginning of the de

Barral-Anthony affair when I first perceived possibilities in him. The

possibilities of dull men are exciting because when they happen they

suggest legendary cases of "possession," not exactly by the devil but,

anyhow, by a strange spirit.

"I told him it was a shame," said Fyne. "Even if the girl did make eyes

at him--but I think with you that she did not. Yes! A shame to take

advantage of a girl's--a distresses girl that does not love him in the

least."

"You think it's so bad as that?" I said. "Because you know I don't."

"What can you think about it," he retorted on me with a solemn stare. "I

go by her letter to my wife."

"Ah! that famous letter. But you haven't actually read it," I said.

"No, but my wife told me. Of course it was a most improper sort of

letter to write considering the circumstances. It pained Mrs. Fyne to

discover how thoroughly she had been misunderstood. But what is written

is not all. It's what my wife could read between the lines. She says

that the girl is really terrified at heart."