A handsome yacht
joined Killigrew's in the offing. Laughter and music began to be heard
about the villa.
Thomas took his documents and retired to his room, hoping they would
forget all about him. He had luncheon there. About four o'clock he
looked out of the window toward the beach. They were in bathing; half
a dozen young men and women. The diving-raft bobbed up and down. Only
yesterday she had tried to teach him how to swim. After all, he was
only a bally haberdasher's clerk; he would never be anything more than
that.
More guests for dinner, which Thomas also had in his room, despite
Killigrew's protests. The villa would be filled for a whole week, and
a merry dance he would have to avoid the guests. At nine, just as he
was on the point of going to bed, the second man knocked for admittance.
"Miss Killigrew wishes you to come aboard the visiting yacht at ten,
sir."
"Offer Miss Killigrew my excuses. I am very tired."
"Miss Killigrew was decided, sir. Her father's orders. He wishes you
to meet his resident partner in Rio Janeiro.
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