CHAPTER VI
AT THE PORTAL
"Why in the world did you hide yourself in this part of the ship,
Irene?" cried Mrs. Haxton, advancing with a rapidity that was in marked
contrast to her usual languid movements. "I have been searching for you
everywhere."
"I have not hidden myself, and you must have missed a rather large
section out of your everywhere," said the girl, with a coolness that
Royson found admirable.
"But Mr. Fenshawe wants you. He has been vainly awaiting his partner at
the bridge table during the past twenty minutes."
"I would never have believed grandfather could be so callous. Play
cards here! Where every prospect pleases and only bridge is vile! Let
me bring him forth at once. Good night, Mr. Royson! Thank you so much
for a nice talk. I think I shall be able now to pass an examination in
the history and geography of the Suez Canal."
Dick lifted his cap, silently thanking Providence that women were more
adroit than men. Mrs. Haxton seemed to take no notice of him. Indeed,
she had scarcely spoken to him since they met at Marseilles, and, were
he a vain man, such studied neglect on the part of a pretty woman might
have supplied food for thought.
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