“Now, by Heaven, Venner, he has you there!” laughed Tomlin, never ceasing for a moment from ogling Pascherette, who purred with contentment and smiled slyly at the frown that came to Milo’s face.

“Oh, yes, a poor thing!” laughed Pascherette, hugging her knees and rippling over with amusement. “My mistress is a great queen. These” — touching her pearls — ”thy rigging could be formed of such, if my queen willed.”

“And in the house of such a great queen, my girl, are doubtless other things of beauty and worth?” put in Venner with growing sarcasm.

“As witness this pretty wench!” smiled Tomlin, striving to fix the girl’s capricious attention, which persisted in flying ever to Milo.