He paused for a moment before he prattled on,
“It’s what I do myself when things go wrong. Of course I’ve had my good days and bad days. I’ve lost my money and then gained a lot more. But I don’t sit and cry about it, a great mistake to do so and, when someone’s as pretty as you are, a damn silly one.”
Despite herself Calina had to smile. It was the way he spoke and the way he looked at her.
Now they had sat down in the chairs and he seemed to bulge over the one he was in.
The sun glittering on his silver buttons made him look as if he was on a stage and the footlights were playing on him.
“You are very kind, Mr. Bagshot,” she said. “But I must go to my cabin.”
She stood up from her chair.
But he bent forward and was near enough to push her back again.
“Now you listen to me,”
