I Forbid the Banns! — page 106: what you’re looking at

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96 “T FORBID THE BANNS!” Bertha nearly all the day. He actually fancied that his adoption of this drastic measure would prevent anyone among the passengers of the Carnarvon Castle from follow- ing the example set by Mrs. Hardy, so far as her smiles were concerned. It was quite likely, he could not help feeling, that some persons aboard might have been led to believe that he had been showing attention—that is how they would put it—to Miss Lancaster. He determined to put an end to such impressions, and so he kept apart from her during the day. That should do the business for him, he felt. The result of his pursuing this course was that Cap- tain Waring remarked to Cyril Southcote : “That fellow Charlton is further gone than I thought. It’s my impression that he has landed her. He had been denouncing poker as the last refuge of the brainless, but this morning he asked me if I would have a game. He won thirty shillings from me. He couldn't have done that if he had had anything on his mind.” “Ts Saul also among the prophets ?” cried Cyril. “¢ Saul—Saul? What Saul?” “Ts the Bayonnetteer among the psychologists?” “The what?” “The Introspectors.”’ “You are madder than ever,” said Waring, turning away. “Tsay that a man can’t have the two things on his mind —a girl and poker. He must give up either the one or the other.” “And Charlton has, you fancy, given up the girl?” “He has made certain of her—that’s all the same. He won thirty shillings off me.” “'That’s conclusive.” “It would be to any fellow of ordinary dullness, like the most of us. I don’t suppose it would satisfy you, South- cote.” " eonmnicnoolke (€(0)