answer her last little speech.

Just before they stepped into the car Mlle. Nadiboff uttered a few quick
words, in some foreign tongue, to her man at the steering wheel. The
auto sped away. Jack noted only, at first, that they were now going
further from Spruce Beach. The road down which they drove, however,
was a beautiful one, and the submarine boy did not much mind where they
went, provided he could find out how Mlle. Nadiboff meant to make the
approach against his loyalty to the submarine company.

"Do you know, my Captain, that you are hardly a flattering escort?"
began Mlle. Nadiboff, after they had whirled along for a mile or more.

"Why not?" Jack inquired, bluntly.

"Have you noticed how I seem to please most men?"

"I saw that several were very anxious dance with you last evening, and
that, whenever you were seated, men flocked about your chair."

"Why do you suppose they did that?" challenged Mlle. Nadiboff.

"Because you are a very handsome woman, and the men admired you," Benson
answered, plainly.

"Ah! Then you think I am handsome?"

"I haven't a doubt of it," Jack answered.

"Do you admire me?"