ies to be sure and write； of Bills who were instructing Dicks to look up old Joe in Paris and give him their best； and of all the fruit…boys； candy…boys； magazine…boys； American…flag…boys； and telegraph boys who were honking their wares on every side。
〃I hope he didn't hurt you much。 You're the third person he's bitten to…day。〃 She kissed the animal in a loving and congratulatory way on the tip of his black nose。 〃Not counting bell…boys； of course；〃 she added。 And then she was swept from him in the crowd and he was left thinking of all the things he might have saidall those graceful； witty； ingratiating things which just make a bit of difference on these occasions。
He had said nothing。 Not a sound； exclusive of the first sharp yowl of pain； had proceeded from him。 He had just goggled。 A rotten exhibition！ Perhaps he would never see this girl again。 She looked the sort of girl who es to see friends off and doesn't sail herself。 And what memory of him would she retain？ She would mix him up with the time when she went to visit the deaf…and…dumb hospital。
Sam reached the gang…plank； showed his ticket； and made his way through the crowd of passengers； passengers' friends； stewards； junior officers； and sailors who infested the deck。 He proceeded down the main panion…way； through a rich smell of india…rubber and mixed pickles； as far as the dining…saloon： then turned down the narrow passage leading to his stateroom。
Staterooms on ocean liners are curious things。 When you see them on the chart in the passenger…office； with the gentlemanly clerk drawing rings round them in pencil； they seem so vast that you get the impression that； after stowing away all your trunks； you will have room left over to do a bit of entertainingpossibly an informal dance or something。 When you go on board you find that the place has shrunk to the dimensions of an undersized cupboard in which it would be impossible to swing a cat。 And then； about the second day out； it suddenly expands again。 For one reason or another the necessity for swinging cats does not arise and you find yourself quite fortable。
Sam； balancing himself on the narrow； projecting ledge which the chart in the passenger…office had grandiloquently described as a lounge； began to feel the depression which marks the second phase。 He almost wished now that he had not been so energetic in having his room changed in order to enjoy the pany of his cousin Eustace。 It was going to be a tight fit。 Eustace's bag was already in the cabin； and it seemed to take up the entire fairway。 Still； after all； Eustace was a good sort； and would be a cheerful panion。 And Sam realised that if that girl with the red hair was not a passenger on the boat he was going to have need of diverting society。
A footstep sounded in the passage outside。 The door opened。
〃Hullo； Eustace！〃 said Sam。
Eustace Hignett nodded listlessly； sat down on his bag and emitted a deep sigh。 He was a small； fragile…looking young man with a pale； intellectual face。 Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead。 He looked like a man who would write vers libre ； as indeed he did。 〃Hullo！〃 he said； in a hollow voice。
Sam regarded him blankly。 He had not seen him for some years； but； going by his recollections of him at the University； he had expected something cheerier than this。 In fact； he had rather been relying on Eustace to be the life and soul of the party。 The man sitting on the bag before him could hardly have filled that role at a gathering of Russian novelists。
〃What on earth's the matter？〃 said Sam。
〃The matter？〃 Eustace Hignett laughed mirthlessly。 〃Oh； nothing。 Nothing much。 Nothing to signify。 Only my heart's broken。〃 He eyed with considerable malignity the bottle of water in the rack above his head； a harmless object provided by the White Star pany for clients who might desire to clean their teeth during the voyage。
〃If you would care to hear the story？〃 he said。
〃Go ahead。〃
〃It is quite short。〃
〃That's good。〃
〃Soon after I arrived in America I met a girl。。。。〃
〃Talking of girls；〃 said Marlowe with enthusiasm。 〃I've just seen the only one in the world that really amounts to anything。 It was like this。 I was shoving my way through the mob on the dock； when suddenly。。。。〃
〃Shall I tell you my story； or will you tell me yours？〃
〃Oh； sorry！ Go ahead。〃
Eustace Hignett scowled at the printed notice on the wall informing occupants of the stateroom that the name of their steward was J。 B。 Midgeley。
〃She was an extraordinarily pretty girl。。。。〃
〃So was mine。 I give you my honest word I never in all my life saw such。。。。〃
〃Of course； if you would prefer that I postponed my narrative？〃 said Eustace coldly。
〃Oh； sorry！ Carry on。〃
〃She was an extraordinarily pretty girl。。。。〃
〃What was her name？〃
〃Wilhelmina Bennett。 She was an extraordinarily pretty girl and highly intelligent。 I read her all my poems and she appreciated them immensely。 She enjoyed my singing。 My conversation appeared to interest her。 She admired my。。。。〃
〃I see。 You made a hit。 Now get on with the rest of the story。〃
〃Don't bustle me；〃 said Eustace querulously。
〃Well； you know； the voyage only takes eight days。〃
〃I've forgotten where I was。〃
〃You were saying what a devil of a chap she thought you。 What happened？ I suppose； when you actually came to propose； you found she was engaged to some other johnny？〃
〃Not at all。 I asked her to be my wife； and she consented。 We both agreed that a quiet wedding was what we wantedshe thought her father might stop the thing if he knew； and I was dashed sure my mother wouldso we decided to get married without telling anybody。 By now；〃 said Eustace； with a morose glance at the porthole； 〃I ought to have been on my honeymoon。 Everything was settled。 I had the license and the parson's fee。 I had been breaking in a new tie for the wedding。〃
〃And then you quarrelled？〃
〃Nothing of the kind。 I wish you would stop trying to tell me the story。 I'm telling you 。 What happened was this： somehowI can't make out howmother found out。 And then； of course； it was all over。 She stopped the thing。〃
Sam was indignant。 He thoroughly disliked his Aunt Adeline； and his cousin's meek subservience to her revolted him。
〃Stopped it？ I suppose she said； 'Now； Eustace； you mustn't！' and you said； 'Very well； mother！' and scratched the fixture？〃
〃She didn't say a word。 She never has said a word。 As far as that goes she might never have heard anything about the marriage。〃
〃Then how do you mean she stopped it？〃
〃She pinched my trousers！〃
〃Pinched your trousers？〃
Eustace groaned。 〃All of them！ The whole bally lot！ She gets up long before I do； and she must have e into my room and cleaned it out while I was asleep。 When I woke up and started to dress I couldn't find a solitary pair of bags anywhere in the whole place。 I looked everywhere。 Finally； I went into the sitting…room where she was writing letters and asked if she had happened to see any anywhere。 She said she had sent them all to be pressed。 She said she knew I never went out in the morningsI don't as a ruleand they would be back at lunch…time； A fat lot of use that was！ I had to be at the church at eleven。 Well； I told her I had a most important engagement with a man at eleven； and she wanted to know what it was and I tried to think of something； but it sounded pretty feeble and she said I had better telephone to the man and put it off。 I did it； too。 Rang up the first number in the book and told some fellow I had never seen in my life that I couldn't meet him！ He was pretty peeved； judging from what he said about my being on the wrong line。 And mother listening all the time； and I knowing that she knewsomething told me that she knewand she knowing that I knew she knewI tell you it was awful！〃
〃And the girl？〃
〃She broke off the engagement。 Apparently she waited at the church from eleven till one…thirty and then began to get impatient。 She wouldn't see me when I called in the afternoon； but I got a letter from her saying that what had happened was all for the best as she had been thinking it over and had e to the conclusion that she had made a mistake。 She said something about my not being as dynami