You must appeal to their hearts when
you want to know them."
"Or to their pockets, and you will know them still better!" said Thelma
almost mischievously, as she raised herself in her chair to take a cup
of coffee from the tray that was then being handed to her by the
respectful steward. "Ah, how good this is! It reminds me of our coffee
luncheon at Arles!"
Errington watched her with a half-smile, but said no more, as the others
now came up to claim their share of her company.
"I say!" said Lorimer, lazily throwing himself full length on the deck
and looking up at her, "come and see us spear a salmon to-morrow, Miss
Gueldmar. Your father is going to show us how to do it in the proper
Norse style."
"That is for men," said Thelma loftily. "Women must know nothing about
such things."
"By Jove!" and Lorimer looked profoundly astonished. "Why, Miss Gueldmar,
women are going in for everything nowadays! Hunting, shooting,
bull-fighting, duelling, horse-whipping, lecturing,--heaven knows what!
They stop at nothing--salmon-spearing is a mere trifle in the list of
modern feminine accomplishments.
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