Whether it was merely coquetry, or whether she was angry at their hunting the emus, or whether she for a time preferred Cecil's company, I know not; but she, during the next week, neglected Sam altogether, and refused to sit beside him, making a most tiresome show of being unable to get on without Cecil Mayford, who squired her here, there, and everywhere, in the most provoking fashion.
But it so happened that the Doctor and the Major sat up later than the others that night, taking a glass of punch together before the fire, and the Major said, abruptly,-- "There will be mischief among the young fellows about that girl.

It is a long while since I saw one man look at another as young Mayford did at our Sam tonight.

I wish she were out of the way.

Sam and Mayford are both desperately in love with her, and one must go to the wall.

I wish that boy of mine was keener; he stayed aloof from her all to-night." "Don't you see his intention ?" said the Doctor.