He came a little nearer and held his arms apart, looking down at his
own person in humble deprecation.

Eve was holding out her hand. He took it with a vague, deep-rooted
chivalry, and she, stooping, very deliberately kissed him.

This seemed rather to bewilder the captain, for he shook hands again
with Fitz.

"I-- " he began, nodding into Fitz's face. "You are--eh? I didn't
expect--to see--I didn't know--"

At that moment Eve saw. It came to her in a flash, as most things
do come to women. She even had time to doubt the story about Luke.

"This," she said, with crimson cheeks, "is Mr. FitzHenry of the
Kittiwake. He kindly came to us in our trouble. You will have to
thank him afterwards--uncle."

"And in the meantime I expect you want breakfast?" put in Fitz,
carefully avoiding Eve.

"Yes," added the girl, "of course. Sit down. No, here!"

"Thankye--thankye, miss--my dear, I mean. Oh, anything'll do for
me. A bit of bread and a cup o' tea. I had a bit and a sup on
board before she sheered alongside the quay."

He looked round rather helplessly, wondering where he should put his