Well, all the beach is gossiping about it; and Tudor persisted in repeating the gossip to me.

So you see it won't do for you to stay on here under present conditions.

It would be better if you went away." "But I don't want to go away," she objected with rueful countenance.
"A chaperone, then--" "No, nor a chaperone." "But you surely don't expect me to go around shooting every slanderer in the Solomons that opens his mouth ?" he demanded gloomily.
"No, nor that either," she answered with quick impulsiveness.

"I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll get married and put a stop to it all.