Griggs chanced to be the only other pa.s.senger on that part of the deck and he joined the party, for he knew them all. Margaret gave him her hand quietly and nodded to him. Signor Stromboli was effusive in his greeting; Herr Tiefenbach gave him a solemn grip; little Fraulein Ottilie smiled pleasantly, and Schreiermeyer put into his hands the basket he carried, judging that as he could not get anything else out of the literary man he could at least make him carry a parcel.
"Grape fruit for Cordova," he observed. "You can give it to the steward, and tell him to keep the things in a cool place."
Griggs took the basket with a slight smile, but Stromboli s.n.a.t.c.hed it from him instantly, and managed at the same time to seize upon the book Herr Tiefenbach had brought without dropping his own big box of sweetmeats.
"I shall give everything to the waiter!" he cried with exuberant energy as he turned away. "He shall take care of Cordova with his conscience! I tell you, I will frighten him!"
This was possible, and even probable. Margaret looked after the broad figure.
"Dear old Stromboli!" she laughed.
"He has the kindest heart in the world," said little Fraulein Ottilie Braun.
"He is no a musician," observed Herr Tiefenbach; "but he does not sing out of tune."
"He is a lunatic," said Schreiermeyer gravely. "All tenors are lunatics--except about money," he added thoughtfully.
"I think Stromboli is very sensible," said Margaret, turning to Griggs. "He brings his little Calabrian wife and her baby out with him, and they take a small house for the winter and Italian servants, and live just as if they were in their own country and see only their Italian friends--instead of being utterly wretched in a horrible hotel."
"For the modest consideration of a hundred dollars a day," put in Griggs, who was a poor man.
"I wish my bills were never more than that!" Margaret laughed.
"Yes," said Schreiermeyer, still thoughtful. "Stromboli understands money. He is a man of business. He makes his wife cook for him."
"I often cook for myself," said Fraulein Ottilie quite simply. "If I had a husband, I would cook for him too!" She laughed like a child, without the slightest sourness. "It is easier to cook well than to marry at all, even badly!"
"I do not at all agree with you," answered Herr Tiefenbach severely.
"Without flattering myself, I may say that my wife married well; but her potato dumplings are terrifying."
"You were never married, were you?" Margaret asked, turning to Griggs with a smile.
"No," he answered. "Can you make potato dumplings, and are you in search of a husband?"
"It is the other way," said Schreiermeyer, "for the husbands are always after her. Talking of marriage, that girl who died the other night was to have been married to Mr. Van Torp yesterday, and they were to have sailed with you this morning."
"I saw his name on the--" Schreiermeyer began, but he was interrupted by a tremendous blast from the ship"s horn, the first warning for non-pa.s.sengers to go ash.o.r.e.
Before the noise stopped Stromboli appeared again, looking very much pleased with himself, and twisting up the short black moustache that was quite lost on his big face. When he was nearer he desisted from twirling, shook a fat forefinger at Margaret and laughed.
"Oh, well, then," he cried, translating his Italian literally into English, "I"ve been in your room, Miss Cordova! Who is this Tom, eh?
Flowers from Tom, one! Sweets from Tom, two! A telegram from Tom, three! Tom, Tom, Tom; it is full of Tom, her room! In the end, what is this Tom? For me, I only know Tom the ruffian in the _Ballo in Maschera_. That is all the Tom I know!"
They all looked at Margaret and laughed. She blushed a little, more out of annoyance than from any other reason.
"The maids wished to put me out," laughed Stromboli, "but they could not, because I am big. So I read everything. If I tell you I read, what harm is there?"
"None whatever," Margaret answered, "except that it is bad manners to open other people"s telegrams."
"Oh, that! The maid had opened it with water, and was reading when I came. So I read too! You shall find it all well sealed again, have no fear! They all do so."
"Pleasant journey," said Schreiermeyer abruptly. "I"m going ash.o.r.e.
I"ll see you in Paris in three weeks."
"Read the book," said Herr Tiefenbach earnestly, as he shook hands.
"It is a deep book."
"Do not forget me!" cried Stromboli sentimentally, and he kissed Margaret"s gloves several times.
"Good-bye," said Fraulein Ottilie. "Every one is sorry when you go!"
Margaret was not a gushing person, but she stooped and kissed the cheerful little woman, and pressed her small hand affectionately.
"And everybody is glad when you come, my dear," she said.
For Fraulein Ottilie was perhaps the only person in the company whom Cordova really liked, and who did not jar dreadfully on her at one time or another.
Another blast from the horn and they were all gone, leaving her and Griggs standing by the rail on the upper promenade deck. The little party gathered again on the pier when they had crossed the plank, and made farewell signals to the two, and then disappeared. Unconsciously Margaret gave a little sigh of relief, and Griggs noticed it, as he noticed most things, but said nothing.
There was silence for a while, and the gangplank was still in place when the horn blew a third time, longer than before.
"How very odd!" exclaimed Griggs, a moment after the sound had ceased.
"What is odd?" Margaret asked.
She saw that he was looking down, and her eyes followed his. A square-shouldered man in mourning was walking up the plank in a leisurely way, followed by a well-dressed English valet, who carried a despatch-box in a leathern case.
"It"s not possible!" Margaret whispered in great surprise.
"Perfectly possible," Griggs answered, in a low voice. "That is Rufus Van Torp."
Margaret drew back from the rail, though the new comer was already out of sight on the lower promenade deck, to which the plank was laid to suit the height of the tide. She moved away from the door of the first cabin companion.
Griggs went with, her, supposing that she wished to walk up and down.
Numbers of other pa.s.sengers were strolling about on the side next to the pier, waiting to see the start. Margaret went on forward, turned the deck-house and walked to the rail on the opposite side, where there was no one. Griggs glanced at her face and thought that she seemed disturbed. She looked straight before her at the closed iron doors of the next pier, at which no ship was lying.
"I wish I knew you better," she said suddenly.
Griggs looked at her quietly. It did not occur to him to make a trivial and complimentary answer to this advance, such as most men of the world would have made, even at his age.
"I shall be very glad if we ever know each other better," he said after a short pause.
"So shall I."
She leaned upon the rail and looked down at the eddying water. The tide had turned and was beginning to go out. Griggs watched her handsome profile in silence for a time.
"You have not many intimate friends, have you?" she asked presently.
"No, only one or two."