And he was not sanguine enough
to expect an extraordinary situation to come his way.
Then, too, the young man realized that Louise Grayling had not given
him the least encouragement to lead him to believe that she thought of
him at all. At this moment her preference for Bane's society seemed
marked. Already Cecile had rasped Lawford regarding the leading man's
attentions to Louise.
Lawford could not face the taunting glances of Marian and Prue. They
had come down to the beach on this particular morning he felt sure to
comment--and not kindly--upon Louise Grayling. He hoped that she was
not included in the director's plans for the day, and he was glad to
see that she had no make-up on, as had these other young women.
So he strolled on grimly with Miss Louder, who would not be called for
work for an hour. But the young man heard little of her chatter.
The tide was at the ebb and the two walked on at the edge of the
splashing surf, where the strand was almost as firm as a cement walk.
The curve of the beach took them toward the lighthouse and here,
approaching with bucket and clam hoe along the flats, was the very
lightkeeper who had watched the _Merry Andrew_ and her crew the day,
before when Lawford met with his accident.
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