""And the worst of it is that he has my ticket."
""That would be the worst part of it--to you."
"I knew very well what he meant, though I took care not to let him suspect that I knew it. I did not know what else to do, so I took out my handkerchief and began to cry.
""Madame la Baronne will excuse me, but I have still some little matters to which I must attend. Doubtless Madame la Baronne will have ceased to weep by the time that I return."
"He left the cabin. I distinctly heard him bolt the door on the other side. My first impulse was to fasten it upon my side too. But I refrained. He had entirely upset me--what little there was of me left to upset--by addressing me as Madame la Baronne! He evidently took it for granted that I had married the Belgian. I do not suppose that Geraldine will pay the slightest heed to anything I say, but I would earnestly advise her to be exceedingly careful in avoiding complications with men. I know that, as I sat there waiting for Mr.
Pearson"s return, I wished with all my heart that I had never met any man until I met Conrad--some of them never will understand.
"When he came back I had calmed myself to the best of my ability.
There was a tolerable gla.s.s in the cabin. I took advantage of it to put myself a little to rights. He entered while I was engaged in doing so. He came in so quietly that the first intimation I had of his presence was seeing his face beside mine in the gla.s.s. It gave me quite a shock.
""Mr. Pearson!"
"I turned. He bowed.
""Always the same!" he said.
""I was just looking to see if there was any of me left."
""Let me beg of you to take a seat."
"I sat down. He went to a desk which was at one side of the cabin and sat down too, his back to me. His manners did not strike me as particularly polite. Unlocking the desk, he took something out of it.
I tried to make a little conversation.
""I had no idea, Mr. Pearson, that you had become a captain."
"He bowed, but said nothing. I tried again:
""If it is not giving you too much trouble, Mr. Pearson--I am tired, you know--might I ask you to show me to a berth?"
"This time he condescended to face me.
""Our encounter is of so unexpected a nature that I am sure you will excuse me if for a few minutes I detain you. I can scarcely hope to have so excellent an opportunity again."
""I can only say that I am tired."
""There are a few matters here in which you cannot fail to take an interest."
"He turned to the things which he had placed upon his desk.
""Here is a revolver."
"He took one in his hand and held it out to me. You know, dear mamma, I am not nervous as a rule, but when he did that a creepy, crawly feeling went all over me.
""I purchased it to shoot the Baron. It is perhaps as well that he is left behind. I might have used it yet."
"There was something in his eyes I did not like. In an ordinary case I should have said his language was absurd. But my position was peculiar.
""You are under a misapprehension, Mr. Pearson. The Baron d"Ardigny is not my husband."
""Not your husband!"
"He sprang up with a shout. The revolver clattered to the floor. If it was loaded it was a miracle that it did not go off. "Not D"Ardigny! Is it possible that you duped him too?"
""I am at your mercy, Mr. Pearson, and you are, of course, free to use towards me any language which, as a gentleman, may be consistent with your code of honour."
""My code of honour! Such words from you! You ruined me--is that not so? You tempted me to desert my ship. When I did so all that you had to say was that the whole affair had been a little joke of yours. They court-martialled me. I was broken. Surely you cannot expect my honour to be more than yours?"
"You know, dear mamma, when I had that sc.r.a.pe with Charlie Pearson I never meant any harm--you know I never did. When he was goose enough to suppose I was in earnest, and actually left his ship to come to me, you remember how annoyed I was? But really, when, on board his own boat, he talked to me in that style I was without a word.
""May I--it seems absurd when I remember that I used, with your consent, to hold you to my bosom and press your lips to mine!--but may I ask your name?"
""I am Mrs. G.o.dwin."
""So, since the Baron"s little affair and mine there has been another.
What a quant.i.ty of bad language I have wasted on D"Ardigny! Do you know, Mrs. G.o.dwin, when I look at you and think of all that is past, I wonder how I could ever have been such a fool?"
"I tried to smile.
""You must own that you were a little foolish."
""Oh, I was! Undoubtedly I was! Ever to have believed in you!"
""May I ask if you intend to continue to insult me till we get to Antwerp?"
""I scarcely know what I intend as yet. I belong to the prehistoric race of man. When I see a woman who deserves to be drowned, I want to drown her."
""Holding the position which you do on board, to drown me would be the easiest thing in the world."
"He merely shrugged his shoulders--and laughed.
""Do you know what this is?" He took up a piece of paper from his desk. "This is a lock of your hair. Has G.o.dwin, I wonder, got a lock as well? Possibly, like the pieces of the true cross, it is to be found all over the world. This is a flower which you wore in your bosom at the Yacht Club ball. Before you gave it me you kissed it, so I kissed it too--ah, many a time! You have no conception of what a prize I thought it was. Now I am quite aware that there was not a man in the room who might not have had a similar one for the asking. Do you see this? This was once your shoe. You would scarcely believe that I bribed your maid to give it to me. I flattered myself that on our wedding night I would surprise you with a request to put it on the foot I loved. I suppose I may not presume to put it on to-night?"
""I imagine, Mr. Pearson, that you are forgetting that I am married."
""That doesn"t make any difference, does it? I should not have thought it would--to you."
"You know, dear mamma, that I have the sweetest temper in the world. I never felt inclined to box anybody"s ears before, except Geraldine"s, and she is sometimes too provoking! but I did feel inclined to box his then. However, I told myself that if he forgot he was a gentleman I would not forget I was a lady.
""Possibly, Mr. Pearson, it will cause you to keep your remarks somewhat within bounds when I tell you that this is my wedding night."
""Your--wedding night!"
""Yes, my wedding night. I was married to-day."
"As I thought of it, and of how different was the reality to the antic.i.p.ation, the tears gushed to my eyes. Some men would have been touched by such a spectacle, but he was not. He began to pace about the cabin, running his fingers through his beard. All at once he began to laugh so violently that I thought he would never stop.