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"I'll leave it to you," said he confusedly. Mr. Glover smiled contemptuously, and raised his eye-brows a little. Miss Gething dropped in one piece and handed him the cup.
"Sometimes I take one piece, sometimes two or three," said the skipper, trying to explain away his foolishness. "I'm not particular."
"You must be of an easy-going nature," said Miss Gething indulgently.
"Don't know his own mind, I should think," said Mr. Glover rudely.
"I know it about other things," said the skipper.
The tone in which this remark was made set Mr. Glover wondering darkly what the other things were. Neither man was disposed to be talkative, and tea would have proceeded in sombre silence but for the hostess. At ten minutes past six Mr. Glover rose and with great unwillingness said he must go.
"It isn't raining much now," said Miss Gething encouragingly. Mr. Glover went to the hall, and taking his hat and umbrella, shook hands with her.
Then he came to the door again, and looked at the skipper. "Going my way?" he inquired with great affability, considering.
"Er-no," said the other.
Mr. Glover put on his hat with a bang, and with a curt nod followed Miss Gething to the door and departed.
"I think he'll catch the train all right," said the skipper, as Miss Gething watched his feverish haste from the window.
"I hope so," said she.
"I'm sorry your mother wasn't in," said the skipper, breaking a long pause.
"Yes, it has been dull for you, I'm afraid," said the girl.
The skipper sighed wearily and wondered whether Mr. Glover was such an adept at silly remarks as he appeared to be.
"Has he got far to go?" he inquired, referring to Mr. Glover.
"London," said Annis briefly.
She stood at the window for some time, gazing up the road with what appeared to be an expression of anxious solicitude.
"Well, I suppose I must be going," said the skipper, who thought he ought not to stay any longer.
Annis stood aside as he rose, and followed him slowly to the hall.
"I wish we had an umbrella to lend you," she said, looking round.
"Oh, that'll be all right," said the skipper. "I'm nearly dry now."
"Dry?" said Annis. She put her little hand on his coat-sleeve.
"Oh, you're soaking," she said in dismay. "The idea of me letting you sit about in that state!"
"That sleeve is the worst," said the skipper, whom circ.u.mstances had made artful. "It's all right here."
He brushed his hand down his coat.
"That's a good thing," said Annis politely.
"Um, but not here," said the skipper, squeezing the lapel of his coat.
Annis touched his coat lightly.
"You're very wet," she said severely; "you ought not to sit about in such things. Wait a moment. I'll get you a great-coat of my father's."
She sped lightly up the stairs, and returning with a long, heavy coat, held it out to him.
"That'll keep you dry," she remarked as the skipper, after a few slight remonstrances, began to put it on. She held the other sleeve up for him and watched, with the satisfaction of a philanthropist, as he b.u.t.toned it up. Then she opened the door.
"You'll give my respects to Mrs. Gething?" said the skipper.
"Certainly. She'll be sorry she wasn't in. Are you staying here long?"
"About three days."
Annis pondered.
"She's going out to-morrow," she said tentatively.
"I shall be in the town the day after on business," said the skipper.
"If it wouldn't be troubling you I might look in. Good-bye."
He shook hands confusedly, wondering whether he had gone too far; and, as the door closed behind him, put his hands in Captain Gething's pockets and went off in a brown study. Slowly and distinctly as he went along the various things grouped themselves together in his mind, and he began to think aloud.
"She knew her mother was out when she met me," he said slowly. "She knew that other fellow was here; but one would have thought-Lovers' tiff," he said suddenly and bitterly; "and doing the pleasant to me to make him smart a bit. He'll be round to-morrow when the mother's out."
He went back dejectedly to his ship, and countermanding the tea with which the zealous Henry was about to indulge him, changed his clothes and sat down to smoke.
"You've got a bit wet," said the mate. "Where'd you get the coat?"
"Friend," said the other. "Had it lent to me. You know that Captain Gething I told you to look out for?"
"I do," said the other eagerly.
"Let the crew know that the reward is raised to five pounds," said the skipper, drawing strongly at his pipe.
"If the reward is riz to five pounds the cook'll be 'ung for murder or som'think," said Henry. "It's no use lookin' to the crew for 'elp, sir-not a bit."
The skipper deigned no reply, and his message having been conveyed to the foc'sle, a scene of intense animation prevailed there.
"I'm goin' to have a go now," said d.i.c.k emphatically. "Five pounds is worth picking up."
"I only 'ope as you won't 'ave the treat I 'ad," said the cook feelingly.
"Wot we want," said fat Sam, "is one o' them things people 'ave in the City-one o' the 'er what d'yer call 'ems."