At the thought of olives, all the pent-up possibilities became imminent certainties.  He rose dizzily, collided with the Chinaman bringing his tea, and made blindly for the stairs.  Half-way up, he staggered; each step rose to meet him, then fell away from his foot the moment he touched it.  He grasped the baluster-rail, and stood wildly clinging, like a shipwrecked sailor to a mast.  He was dazed, dumb, paralyzed with fear of the inevitable, and aware only of the burst of uncontrollable laughter that had followed his abrupt retreat.  Somebody from above held out a succoring hand, at which he grasped frantically.  Stumbling, half blind, this unfortunate victim to atmospheric conditions was guided up the remaining stops and out on deck, where he was anchored to the railing and kindly left to his fate.

III

CONVALESCENCE

During the monotonous days that followed, the Honorable Percival Hascombe discovered that the satisfaction of being exclusive is usually tempered by the discomfort of being bored.  So lofty and forbidding had been his manner that no one had ventured to intrude even a casual good morning.  A bachelor under thirty, with a competence of such dimensions that it had entailed incompetency, and a doting family that danced attendance upon his every whim, he was figuratively as well as literally at sea in this new environment.  At times he faltered in his stern determination not to allow any one to become acquainted with him.  It was only the fear that any leniency might result in undue liberty on the part of some aggressive American that caused him to preserve his deep seclusion.

Bored, blase, blighted, he had one more affliction to endure.  The young person had gotten hopelessly on his nerves; in fact, she was the most disturbing object on the horizon.  She played shuffle-board in front of his chair when he wanted to read; she practised new dance-steps with the first officer when he wanted to sleep; she caused him to lift his unwilling eyes a dozen times an hour by her endless circuits of the deck.  She was on terms of friendship with everybody on board except himself, including the second class and steerage.  There seemed no end to her activities, no limit to her enthusiasm.  The more she attracted his unwilling attention, the more persistently he ignored her.

As the time passed and danger of intrusion lessened, his ennui increased.  One dull, humid day, when the whole world resembled a dripping sponge, Percival reached the limit of his endurance.  The canvas was down, and nothing could be seen but long vistas of slippery decks, with barefooted Chinese sailors everlastingly mopping and slopping about in the wet.  He had counted the five hundred and fiftieth raindrop that clung to the red life-belt at the rail when he saw the young Scotchman next him look at his watch.

“What time do you make it?” asked Percival, and his voice sounded almost strange to him.