Part 5 (1/2)

”I do say so,” said the bewildered mate; ”I do say so.”

The skipper eyed him sternly, and without another word left the cabin.

”If she's like her mother,” he said to himself, chuckling as he went up the companion-ladder, ”I think that'll do.”

There was an awkward pause after his departure. ”I'm sure I don't know what you must think of me,” said the mate at length, ”but I don't know what your father's talking about.”

”I don't think anything,” said Hetty calmly. ”Pa.s.s the potatoes, please.”

”I suppose it's a joke of his,” said the mate, complying.

”And the salt,” said she; ”thank you.”

”But you don't believe it?” said the mate pathetically.

”Oh, don't be silly,” said the girl calmly. ”What does it matter whether I do or not?”

”It matters a great deal,” said the mate gloomily. ”It's life or death to me.”

”Oh, nonsense,” said Hetty. ”She won't know of your foolishness. I won't tell her.”

”I tell you,” said the mate desperately, ”there never was a Kitty Loney.

What do you think of that?”

”I think you are very mean,” said the girl scornfully; ”don't talk to me any more, please.”

”Just as you like,” said the mate, beginning to lose his temper.

He pushed his plate from him and departed, while the girl, angry and resentful, put the potatoes back as being too floury for consumption in the circ.u.mstances.

For the remainder of the pa.s.sage she treated him with a politeness and good humour through which he strove in vain to break. To her surprise her father made no objection, at the end of the voyage, when she coaxingly suggested going back by train; and the mate, as they sat at dummy-whist on the evening before her departure, tried in vain to discuss the journey in an unconcerned fas.h.i.+on.

”It'll be a long journey,” said Hetty, who still liked him well enough to make him smart a bit, ”What's trumps?”

”You'll be all right,” said her father. ”Spades.”

He won for the third time that evening, and, feeling wonderfully well satisfied with the way in which he had played his cards generally, could not resist another gibe at the crestfallen mate.

”You'll have to give up playing cards and all that sort o' thing when you're married, Jack,” said he.

”Ay, ay,” said the mate recklessly, ”Kitty don't like cards.”

”I thought there was no Kitty,” said the girl, looking up, scornfully.

”She don't like cards,” repeated the mate. ”Lord, what a spree we had.

Cap'n, when we went to the Crystal Palace with her that night.”

”Ay, that we did,” said the skipper.