He shook his head with infinite vigor.
"Can"t you even speak? Is that the way a Perfect Pig should act?" she persisted, impishly determined to force him out of his extraordinary silence. "Have you made a vow? Or what?"
At that moment the Tyro caught sight of a gold-laced individual advancing upon them. With a stifled groan he turned his back full upon the Wondrous Vision, and at that moment would have been willing to reward handsomely any wave that would have reached up and s.n.a.t.c.hed him into the bosom of the Atlantic.
Behind him he could hear a stifled little gasp, then a stamp of a foot (he shrank with involuntary memory), then retreating steps. In a conquering career Miss Cecily Wayne had never before been snubbed by any male creature. If her wishes could have been transformed into fact, the yearned-for wave might have been spared any trouble; a swifter and more withering death would have been the Tyro"s immediate portion.
The officer pa.s.sed, leveling a baleful eye, and the Tyro staggered to the pa.s.sageway, and with lowered head plunged directly into the midst of Judge Enderby.
"Here!" grunted the victim. "Get out of my waistcoat. What"s the matter with the boy?"
In his woe the Tyro explained everything.
"Tch--tch--tch," clucked the leader of the New York bar, like a troubled hen. "That"s bad."
"Can he do it?" besought the Tyro. "Can he lock her up?"
"I"m afraid there"s no doubt of it."
"Then what on earth shall I do?"
"Give me five--No; I forgot. I"ve had my fee."
"It"s rather less than your customary one, I"m afraid," said the Tyro, with an effortful smile.
"Reckoned in thousands it would be about right. But this is different.
This is serious. I"ve got to think about this. Meantime you keep away from that pink-and-white peril. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," said the Tyro miserably.
"But there"s no reason why you shouldn"t write a note if you think fit."
"So there isn"t!" The Tyro brightened amazingly. "I"ll do it now."
But that note was never delivered. For, coming on deck after writing it, its author met Little Miss Grouch face to face, and was the recipient of a cut so direct, so coldly smiling, so patent to all the ship-world, so indicative of permanent and hopeless unconsciousness of his existence, that he tore up the epistle and a playful porpoise rolled the fragments deep into the engulfing ocean. Perhaps it was just as well, for, as Judge Enderby remarked that night to his friend Dr. Alderson, while the two old hard-faced soft-hearts sat smoking their good-night cigar over the Tyro"s troubles, in the course of a dissertation which would have vastly astonished his _confreres_ of the metropolitan bar:--
"It"s fortunate that the course of true love never does run smooth. If it did, marriages would have to be made chiefly in heaven. Mighty few of them would get themselves accomplished on earth. For love is, by nature, an obstacle race. Run on the flat, without any difficulties, it would lose its zest both for pursuer and pursued, and Judge Cupid would as well shut up court and become an advocate of race suicide. But as for that spade lead, Alderson--are you listening?"
"She"s a devilishly pretty girl," grunted Dr. Alderson.
V
Fifth day out.
A dull, dead, blank unprofitable calm.
Nothing doing; nothing to do.
Wish I"d gone steerage.
SMITH"S LOG.
Legal employment is susceptible of almost indefinite expansion. Thus ruminated Judge Enderby, rising early with a brisk appet.i.te for romance, as he fingered the two five-dollar bills received from his newest client.
For that client he was jovially minded to do his best. The young fellow had taken a strong hold upon his liking. Moreover, the judge was a confirmed romantic, though he would have resented being thus catalogued.
He chose to consider his inner stirrings of sentimentalism in the present case as due to a fancy for minor diplomacies and delicate negotiations. One thing he was sure of: that he was enjoying himself unusually, and that the Tyro was like to get very good value for his fee.
To which end, shortly after breakfast he broke through the cordon surrounding Miss Cecily Wayne and bore her off for a promenade.
"But it"s not alone for your _beaux yeux_," he explained to her. "I"m acting for a client."
"How exciting! But you"re not going to browbeat me as you did poor papa when you had him on the stand?" said Miss Wayne, exploring the gnarled old face with soft eyes.
"Browbeat the court!" cried the legal light (who had frequently done that very thing). "You"re the tribunal of highest jurisdiction in this case."
"Then I must look very solemn and judicial." Which she proceeded to do with such ravishing effect that three young men approaching from the opposite direction lost all control of their steering-gear and were precipitated into the scuppers by the slow tilt of a languid ground-swell.
"If you must, you must," allowed the judge, "though," he added with a glance at the struggling group, "it"s rather dangerous. I"m approaching you," he continued, "on behalf of a client suddenly stricken dumb."
Miss Wayne"s shapely nose elevated itself to a marked angle. "I don"t think I want to hear about him," she observed coldly.
"He"s in dire distress over his affliction."
"I have troubles of my own. I"m deaf."
"Then suppose I should express to you in the sign language that my client--"
"I don"t want to hear it--see it--know anything about it." The amount of determination which Miss Wayne"s chin contrived to express seemed quite incompatible with the adorable dimple nestling in the center thereof.
"Must I return the fee, then?"
"What fee?"
"The victim of this sudden misfortune has retained me--"
"To act as go-between?"
"Well, no; not precisely. But to represent him in all matters of import on this voyage. On two occasions he has paid over the sum of five dollars. I never work for nothing. Would you deprive a superannuated lawyer of the most promising chance to earn an honest penny which has presented itself in a year?"
"Poor old gentleman!" she laughed. "Far be it from me to ruin your prospects. But if Mr. Daddle--if your client," pursued the girl with heightened color, "has anything to say to me, he"d best say it himself."
"As I have already explained to the learned court, he can"t. He"s dumb."
"Why is he dumb?"
"Ah! What an ally is curiosity! My unhappy client is dumb by order."