"It's too far away. I can't see it," grumbled the old gentleman.
"He's so very near-sighted," explained his wife. "Do you expect to
stay long at the Somerset?"
"It all depends," said Eleanor, with a glance at Dauntless.
"Isn't that your governess with Mr. Windomshire? I can't be mistaken."
"Yes, she's going out to spend a few weeks with a rich aunt,--her
sister's mother, I think."
"How's that?" gasped the old lady.
"I mean her mother's sister."
"It sounded very strange, my dear."
"About the mother having a sister?" guessed old Mr. Van Truder,
sharply. "Seems all right to me."
"They are going to row us across the river," volunteered Eleanor,
helplessly.
"Good-morning, Mr. Windomshire," called Mrs. Van Truder. Windomshire
started and got very red in the face. Miss Courtenay's bow went
unnoticed by the old lady. In sheer despair, the Englishman turned to
Dauntless, a fellow-sufferer.
"I say, old man," he began nervously, "I'd like to ask a favour of
you."
"Go ahead--anything I can do," said the other, blankly. Windomshire
continued in lowered tones:
"Deucedly awkward, but I forgot my bags at Fenlock.
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