She shuddered.
"Don"t!"
"But I did. You have to with burnt cork."
"Don"t tell me these horrible things." Her voice rose almost hysterically. "I never want to hear the words burnt cork mentioned again as long as I live."
"I feel exactly the same." Sam moved to her side. "Darling," he said in a low voice, "it was like you to ask me to meet you here. I know what you were thinking. You thought that I should need sympathy. You wanted to pet me, to smooth my wounded feelings, to hold me in your arms and tell me that, as we loved each other, what did anything else matter?"
"I didn"t."
"You didn"t?"
"No, I didn"t."
"Oh, you didn"t? I thought you did!" He looked at her wistfully. "I thought," he said, "that possibly you might have wished to comfort me.
I have been through a great strain. I have had a shock...."
"And what about me?" she demanded pa.s.sionately. "Haven"t I had a shock?"
He melted at once.
"Have you had a shock too? Poor little thing! Sit down and tell me all about it."
She looked away from him, her face working.
"Can"t you understand what a shock I have had? I thought you were the perfect knight."
"Yes, isn"t it?"
"Isn"t what?"
"I thought you said it was a perfect night."
"I said I thought _you_ were the perfect knight."
"Oh, ah!"
A sailor crossed the deck, a dim figure in the shadows, went over to a sort of raised summerhouse with a bra.s.s thingummy in it, fooled about for a moment, and went away again. Sailors earn their money easily.
"Yes?" said Sam when he had gone.
"I forget what I was saying."
"Something about my being the perfect knight."
"Yes. I thought you were."
"That"s good."
"But you"re not!"
"No?"
"No!"
"Oh!"
Silence fell. Sam was feeling hurt and bewildered. He could not understand her mood. He had come up expecting to be soothed and comforted and she was like a petulant iceberg. Cynically, he recalled some lines of poetry which he had had to write out a hundred times on one occasion at school as a punishment for having introduced a white mouse into chapel.
"Oh, woman, in our hours of ease, Un-something, something, something, please.
When tiddly-umpty umpty brow, A something something something thou!"
He had forgotten the exact words, but the gist of it had been that Woman, however she might treat a man in times of prosperity, could be relied on to rally round and do the right thing when he was in trouble.
How little the poet had known woman.
"Why not?" he said huffily.
She gave a little sob.
"I put you on a pedestal and I find you have feet of clay. You have blurred the image which I formed of you. I can never think of you again without picturing you as you stood in that saloon, stammering and helpless...."
"Well, what can you do when your pianist runs out on you?"
"You could have done _something_!" The words she had spoken only yesterday to Jane Hubbard came back to her. "I can"t forgive a man for looking ridiculous. Oh, what, what," she cried, "induced you to try to give an imitation of Bert Williams?"
Sam started, stung to the quick.
"It wasn"t Bert Williams. It was Frank Tinney!"
"Well, how was I to know?"
"I did my best," said Sam sullenly.
"That is the awful thought."
"I did it for your sake."
"I know. It gives me a horrible sense of guilt." She shuddered again.
Then suddenly, with the nervous quickness of a woman unstrung, thrust a small black golliwog into his hand. "Take it!"
"What"s this?"
"You bought it for me yesterday at the barber"s shop. It is the only present which you have given me. Take it back."
"I don"t want it. I shouldn"t know what to do with it."