"Ah," said the Lieutenant, with a note of disappointment in his voice
which he had not the diplomacy to conceal. His hold of her hand
relaxed, and she took the opportunity to withdraw it.

"What sort of a man is Captain Kempt? I shall be on the lookout for
him, you know."

"I think he is the handsomest man I have ever seen, and I know he is
the kindest and most courteous."

"Really? A young man, I take it?"

"There speaks the conceit of youth," said Dorothy, smiling. "Captain
Kempt, U.S.N., retired. His youngest daughter is just two years older
than myself."

"Oh, yes, Captain Kempt. I-- I remember him now. He was at the dinner
last night, and sat beside our captain. What a splendid story-teller
he is!" cried the Lieutenant with honest enthusiasm.

"I shall tell him that, and ask him how he liked your song. Good-by,"
and before the young man could collect his thoughts to make any reply,
she was gone.

Skimming lightly over the ground at first, she gradually slackened her
pace, and slowed down to a very sober walk until she came to a
three-storied so-called "cottage" overlooking the Bay, then with a
sigh she opened the gate, and went into the house by the servant's
entrance.