"Is it possible? Are you not a little strong on that point, old man? I"m afraid you don"t know your sister any better than other men know theirs."
"What"s that?" demanded Hugh, suddenly alert and forgetful of the stranger.
"The last person on earth that a man gets acquainted with, I"ve heard, is his sister," said Veath calmly. "Go ahead and have a good time, old fellow; your sister isn"t so exacting as you think--take my word for it."
It was fully five minutes before Hugh could extract himself from the slough of speculation into which those thoughtless words had driven him.
What did Veath know about her ideas on such matters? Where did he learn so much? The other spoke to him twice and received no answer. Finally he shook his arm and said:
"Must be love at first sight, Ridge. Are you spellbound?" Hugh merely glared at him and he continued imperturbably: "She"s pretty beyond a doubt. I"ll have to find out who she is."
"That"s right, Veath; find out," cried Hugh, bright in an instant. "Make her have a good time. Poor thing, she"ll find it pretty dull if she hangs to her father all the time."
"He isn"t a very amusing-looking old chap, is he? If that man hasn"t the gout and half a dozen other troubles I"ll jump overboard."
The couple arousing the interest of the young men stood near the forward end of the deck-house. The young woman"s face was beaming with an inspiration awakened by the singers. Her companion, tall, gray and unimpressionable, listened as if through coercion and not for pleasure.
His lean face, red with apoplectic hues, grim with the wrinkles of three score years or more, showed clear signs of annoyance. The thin gray moustache was impatiently gnawed, first on one side and then on the other. Then the military streak of gray that bristled forth as an imperial was pushed upward and between the lips by bony fingers. He was a picture of dutiful rebellion, Immaculately dressed was he, and distinguished from the soles of his pointed shoes to the beak of his natty cap. A light colored newmarket of the most fashionable cut was b.u.t.toned closely about his thin figure.
The young woman was not tall, nor was she short; she was of that indefinite height known as medium. Her long green coat fitted her snugly and perfectly; a cap of the same material was perched jauntily upon her dark hair. The frolicking wind had torn several strands from beneath the cap, and despite the efforts of her gloved fingers, they whipped and fluttered in tantalizing confusion. In the dimming afternoon the Americans could see that she was exquisitely beautiful. They could see the big dark eyes, almost timid in the hiding places beyond the heavy fringing lashes. Her dark hair threw the rich face into clear relief,--fresh, bright, eager. The men were not close enough to observe with minuteness its features, but its brilliancy was sufficient to excite even marvelling admiration. It was one of those faces at which one could look for ever and still feel there was a charm about it he had not caught.
"I"ve never seen such a face before," again murmured Ridgeway.
"Tastes differ," said Veath. "Now, if you"ll pardon me, I think Miss Ridge is the more beautiful. She is taller and has better style.
Besides, I like fair women. What say?" The question was prompted by the muttered oath that came from Hugh.
"Nothing at all," he almost snarled. "Say, Veath, don"t always be talking to me about my sister," he finally jerked out, barely able to confine himself to this moderately sensible abjuration while his brain was seething with other and stronger expressions.
"I beg your pardon, Ridge; I did not know that I talked very much about her." There was a brief silence and then he continued: "Have a fresh cigar, old man." Hugh took the cigar ungraciously, ashamed of his petulance.
By this time the early shades of night had begun to settle and the figures along the deck were growing faint in the shadows. Here and there sailors began to light the deck lamps; many of the pa.s.sengers went below to avoid the coming chill. In her stateroom Grace was just writing: "For over a week we have been sailing under British colors, we good Americans, Hugh and I,--and I may add, Mr. Veath."
Another turn down the promenade and back brought Ridgeway and Veath face to face with the old gentleman and the young lady, who were on the point of starting below. The Americans paused to let them pa.s.s, lifting their caps. The old gentleman, now eager and apparently more interested in life and its accompaniments, touched the vizor of his cap in response, and the young lady smiled faintly as she drew her skirts aside and pa.s.sed before him.
"Did you ever see a smile like that?" cried Hugh, as the couple disappeared from view.
"Thousands," answered his companion. "They"re common as women themselves. Any woman has a pretty smile when she wants it."
"You haven"t a grain of sentiment, confound you."
"They don"t teach sentiment on the farm, and there"s where I began this unappreciative existence of mine. But I am able to think a lot sometimes."
"That"s about all a fellow has to do on a farm, isn"t it?"
"That and die, I believe."
"And get married?"
"Naturally, in order to think more. A man has to think for two after he"s married, you see."
"Quite sarcastic that. You don"t think much of women, I fancy."
"Not in the plural."
Captain Shadburn was nearing them on the way from the chart-house, and the young men accosted him, Veath inquiring:
"Captain, who is the tall old gentleman you were talking to forward awhile ago?"
"That is Lord Huntingford, going over to straighten out some complications for the Crown. He is a diplomat of the first water."
"Where are these complications, may I ask?"
"Oh, in China, I think. He is hurrying across as fast as possible. He leaves the ship at Hong Kong, and n.o.body knows just what his mission is; that"s between him and the prime minister, of course. But, good-evening, gentlemen. I have a game of cribbage after dinner with his Lordship."
The captain hurried below.
"A real live lord," said Veath. "The first I"ve seen."
"China," Hugh repeated. "I hope we may get to know them."
CHAPTER IX
MR. RIDGEWAY"S AMAZEMENT
At dinner Hugh was strangely exuberant, jesting gaily and exchanging rare witticisms with Veath, who also appeared immensely satisfied. As they left the saloon he said:
"Let"s take a turn on deck, Grace."
"Won"t you include me?" asked Veath.
"Certainly," answered Grace promptly.
"Be delighted," echoed Hugh, swallowing as if it were an effort.
"I must get a wrap," said Grace. "I won"t delay you more than five minutes."
"I"ll get my overcoat and some cigars," added Hugh.
"And I"ll write a short letter to post at Malta," said Veath, and they separated.
A short while later, a steward pa.s.sed Hugh"s stateroom, and he called to him to step to the next door and tell Miss Ridge that he was ready.
"Miss Ridge just went up with her gentleman--" the man responded; but Hugh interrupted, slamming the door. For several minutes he stood glaring at the upper corner of his berth; then he said something strong.
Every vestige of his exuberance disappeared, his brow clouded and his heart seemed to swell painfully within its narrow confines.
As he was about to ascend the steps of the companionway, he heard the swish of skirts and then a sharp scream. In an instant he was half way up, his arms extended. Lord Huntingford"s daughter plunged into them, and he literally carried her to the foot. She was pale and trembling and he was flushed. He had looked up in time to see her falling forward, vainly striving to reach the hand rail.
"Are you hurt?" he asked anxiously. The young lady sat down upon the second step before answering, a delightful pink stealing over her face.