“There must be Maltese of the town who would call it a little thing. They have a common repute that they swim well.”
“So it is, and so I suppose it must be; but I would have preferred one of ourselves, or, at least, one who would be able to talk a tongue in which Montserrat can reply. I thought there would be one of whom you would be likely to know.”
His eyes fell on Angelica as he spoke, and their expression changed, as though he saw what he sought.
“Now,” he said, “if you——It is what you have done before in a worse way!”
“I should say,” Sir Oliver remarked, “that there could be others found who are more fit.”
“But,” the Grand Master went on, “I do not know that there are.” He said to Angelica: “You have been there before. You have been twice?”
“Yes,” she said, “that was so.” Beyond
