“Oh, well, I’m glad it turned out so nicely.”

“I’m so glad you think it was the thing to do.”  He managed to laugh again, but he could not hide from her that he was not feeling altogether satisfied.  “Would you like me to send Mr. March, if I see him?” he asked, as if he did not know on what other terms to get away.

“Do, please!” she entreated, and it seemed to her that he had hardly left her when her husband came up.  “Why, where in the world did he find you so soon?”

“Did you send him for me?  I was just hanging round for him to go.”  March sank into the chair at her side.  “Well, is he going to marry her?”

“Oh, you may laugh!  But there is something very exciting!” She told him what had happened, and of her belief that Burnamy’s handsome behavior had somehow not been met in kind.

March gave himself the pleasure of an immense laugh.  “It seems to me that this Mr. Burnamy of yours wanted a little more gratitude than he was entitled to.  Why shouldn’t he have offered him the lower berth?  And why shouldn’t the old gentleman have taken it just as he did?  Did you want him to make a counteroffer of his daughter’s hand?  If he does, I hope Mr. Burnamy won’t come for your advice till after he’s accepted her.”

“He wasn’t very candid.  I hoped you would speak about that.  Don’t you think it was rather natural, though?”

“For him, very likely.  But I think you would call it sinuous in some one you hadn’t taken a fancy to.”

“No, no.  I wish to be just.  I don’t see how he could have come straight at it.  And he did own up at last.”  She asked him what Burnamy had done for the magazine, and he could remember nothing but that one small poem, yet unprinted; he was rather vague about its value, but said it had temperament.

“He has temperament, too,” she commented, and she had made him tell her everything he knew, or could be forced to imagine about Burnamy, before she let the talk turn to other things.

The life of the promenade had already settled into seafaring form; the steamer chairs were full, and people were reading or dozing in them with an effect of long habit.  Those who would be walking up and down had begun their walks; some had begun going in and out of the smoking-room; ladies who were easily affected by the motion were lying down in the music-room.  Groups of both sexes were standing at intervals along the rail, and the promenaders were obliged to double on a briefer course or work slowly round them.  Shuffleboard parties at one point and ring-toss parties at another were forming among the young people.  It was as lively and it was as dull as it would be two thousand miles at sea.  It was not the least cooler, yet; but if you sat still you did not suffer.

In the prompt monotony the time was already passing swiftly.  The deck-steward seemed hardly to have been round with tea and bouillon, and he had not yet gathered up all the empty cups, when the horn for lunch sounded.  It was the youngest of the table-stewards who gave the summons to meals; and whenever the pretty boy appeared with his bugle, funny passengers gathered round him to make him laugh, and stop him from winding it.  His part of the joke was to fulfill his duty with gravity, and only to give way to a smile of triumph as he walked off.