"I don't think I could do that," she finished in a serious tone.
"Couldn't you?" He hesitated, perplexed. "Things are bad enough to make
it no shame. I tell you," he said, rapidly, "and I am not a timid man, I
may not be able to do much if you people don't help me."
"You want me to pretend I am alarmed?" she asked, quickly.
"Aye, to pretend--as well you may. It's a lot to ask of you--who perhaps
never had to make-believe a thing in your life--isn't it?"
"It is," she said after a time.
The unexpected bitterness of her tone struck Lingard with dismay.
"Don't be offended," he entreated. "I've got to plan a way out of this
mess. It's no play either. Could you pretend?"
"Perhaps, if I tried very hard. But to what end?"
"You must all shift aboard the brig," he began, speaking quickly, "and
then we may get over this trouble without coming to blows. Now, if you
were to say that you wish it; that you feel unsafe in the yacht--don't
you see?"
"I see," she pronounced, thoughtfully.
"The brig is small but the cuddy is fit for a lady," went on Lingard
with animation.
"Has it not already sheltered a princess?" she commented, coolly.
"And I shall not intrude."
"This is an inducement."
"Nobody will dare to intrude. You needn't even see me."
"This is almost decisive, only--"
"I know my place.
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