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can you say I don't know it when all the street knows it and has known it for yearsfor years and years? She spoke as if the girl had been engaged at least for twenty. What is she going out for, if not to marry him?
Perhaps she is going to see how he looks, suggested one of the gentlemen.
He'd look queerif he knew.
Well, I guess he'll know, said Mrs. Gotch.
She'd tell him herselfshe wouldn't be afraid, the gentleman went on.
Well, she might as well kill him. He'll jump overboard.
Jump overboard? cried. Mrs. Gotch, as if she hoped then that Mr. Porterfield would be told.
He has just been waiting for thisfor years, said Mrs. Peck.
Do you happen to know him? I inquired.
Mrs. Peck hesitated a moment. No, but I know a lady who does. Are you going up?
I had risen from my placeI had not ordered supper. I'm going to take a turn before going to bed.
Well then, you'll see!
Outside the saloon I hesitated, for Mrs. Peck's admonition made me feel for a moment that if I ascended to the deck I should have entered in a manner into her little conspiracy. But the night was so warm and splendid that I had been intending to smoke a cigar in the air before going below, and I did not see why I should deprive myself of this pleasure in order to seem not to mind Mrs. Peck. I went up and saw a few figures sitting or moving about in the darkness. The ocean looked black and small, as it is apt to do at night, and the long mass of the ship, with its vague dim wings, seemed to take up a great part of it. There were more stars than one saw on land and the heavens struck one more than ever as larger than the earth. Grace Mavis and her companion were not, so far as I perceived at first, among the few passengers who were lingering late, and I was glad, because I hated to hear her talked about in the manner of the gossips I had left at supper. I wished there had been some way to prevent it, but I could think of no way but to recommend her privately to change her habits. That would be a very delicate business, and
 
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perhaps it would be better to begin with Jasper, though that would be delicate too. At any rate one might let him know, in a friendly spirit, to how much remark he exposed the young ladyleaving this revelation to work its way upon him. Unfortunately I could not altogether believe that the pair were unconscious of the observation and the opinion of the passengers. They were not a boy and a girl; they had a certain social perspective in their eye. I was not very clear as to the details of that behaviour which had made them (according to the version of my good friends in the saloon) a scandal to the ship, for though I looked at them a good deal I evidently had not looked at them so continuously and so hungrily as Mrs. Peck. Nevertheless the probability was that they knew what was thought of themwhat naturally would beand simply didn't care. That made Miss Mavis out rather cynical and even a little immodest; and yet, somehow, if she had such qualities I did not dislike her for them. I don't know what strange, secret excuses I found for her. I presently indeed encountered a need for them on the spot, for just as I was on the point of going below again, after several restless turns and (within the limit where smoking was allowed) as many puffs at a cigar as I cared for, I became aware that a couple of figures were seated behind one of the lifeboats that rested on the deck. They were so placed as to be visible only to a person going close to the rail and peering a little sidewise. I don't think I peered, but as I stood a moment beside the rail my eye was attracted by a dusky object which protruded beyond the boat and which, as I saw at a second glance, was the tail of a lady's dress. I bent forward an instant, but even then I saw very little more; that scarcely mattered, however, for I took for granted on the spot that the persons concealed in so snug a corner were Jasper Nettlepoint and Mr. Porterfield's intended. Concealed was the word, and I thought it a real pity; there was bad taste in it. I immediately turned away and the next moment I found myself face to face with the captain of the ship. I had already had some conversation with him (he had been so good as to invite me, as he had invited Mrs. Nettlepoint and her son and the young lady travelling with them, and also Mrs. Peck, to sit at his table) and had observed with pleasure
 
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that he had the art, not universal on the Atlantic liners, of mingling urbanity with seamanship.
They don't waste much timeyour friends in there, he said, nodding in the direction in which he had seen me looking.
Ah well, they haven't much to lose.
That's what I mean. I'm told
she
hasn't.
I wanted to say something exculpatory but I scarcely knew what note to strike. I could only look vaguely about me at the starry darkness and the sea that seemed to sleep. Well, with these splendid nights, this perfection of weather, people are beguiled into late hours.
Yes. We want a nice little blow, the captain said.
A nice little blow?
That would clear the decks!
The captain was rather dry and he went about his business. He had made me uneasy and instead of going below I walked a few steps more. The other walkers dropped off pair by pair (they were all men) till at last I was alone. Then, after a little, I quitted the field. Jasper and his companion were still behind their lifeboat. Personally I greatly preferred good weather, but as I went down I found myself vaguely wishing, in the interest of I scarcely knew what, unless of decorum, that we might have half a gale.
Miss Mavis turned out, in sea-phrase, early; for the next morning I saw her come up only a little while after I had finished my breakfast, a ceremony over which I contrived not to dawdle. She was alone and Jasper Nettlepoint, by a rare accident, was not on deck to help her. I went to meet her (she was encumbered as usual with her shawl, her sun-umbrella and a book) and laid my hands on her chair, placing it near the stern of the ship, where she liked best to be. But I proposed to her to walk a little before she sat down and she took my arm after I had put her accessories into the chair. The deck was clear at that hour and the morning light was gay; one got a sort of exhilarated impression of fair conditions and an absence of hindrance. I forget what we spoke of first, but it was because I felt these things pleasantly, and not to torment my companion nor to test her, that I could not help
 
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exclaiming cheerfully, after a moment, as I have mentioned having done the first day, Well, we are getting on, we are getting on!
Oh yes, I count every hour.
The last days always go quicker, I said, and the last hours
Well, the last hours? she asked; for I had instinctively checked myself.
Oh, one is so glad then that it is almost the same as if one had arrived. But we ought to be grateful when the elements have been so kind to us, I added. I hope you will have enjoyed the voyage.
She hesitated a moment, then she said, Yes, much more than I expected.
Did you think it would be very bad?
Horrible, horrible!
The tone of these words was strange but I had not much time to reflect upon it, for turning round at that moment I saw Jasper Nettlepoint come towards us. He was separated from us by the expanse of the white deck and I could not help looking at him from head to foot as he drew nearer. I know not what rendered me on this occasion particularly sensitive to the impression, but it seemed to me that I saw him as I had never seen him beforesaw him inside and out, in the intense sea-light, in his personal, his moral totality. It was a quick, vivid revelation; if it only lasted a moment it had a simplifying, certifying effect. He was intrinsically a pleasing apparition, with his handsome young face and a certain absence of compromise in his personal arrangements which, more than any one I have ever seen, he managed to exhibit on shipboard. He had none of the appearance of wearing out old clothes that usually prevails there, but dressed straight, as I heard some one say. This gave him a practical, successful air, as of a young man who would come best out of any predicament. I expected to feel my companion's hand loosen itself on my arm, as indication that now she must go to him, and was almost surprised she did not drop me. We stopped as we met and Jasper bade us a friendly good-morning. Of course the remark was not slow to be made that we had another lovely day, which led him to exclaim, in the manner of one to
 
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whom criticism came easily, Yes, but with this sort of thing consider what one of the others would do!
One of the other ships?
We should be there now, or at any rate to-morrow.
Well then, I'm glad it isn't one of the others, I said, smiling at the young lady on my arm. My remark offered her a chance to say something appreciative and gave him one even more; but neither Jasper nor Grace Mavis took advantage of the opportunity. What they did do, I perceived, was to look at each other for an instant; after which Miss Mavis turned her eyes silently to the sea. She made no movement and uttered no word, contriving to give me the sense that she had all at once become perfectly passive, that she somehow declined responsibility. We remained standing there with Jasper in front of us, and if the touch of her arm did not suggest that I should give her up, neither did it intimate that we had better pass on. I had no idea of giving her up, albeit one of the things that I seemed to discover just then in Jasper's physiognomy was an imperturbable implication that she was his property. His eye met mine for a moment, and it was exactly as if he had said to me, I know what you think, but I don't care a rap. What I really thought was that he was selfish beyond the limits: that was the substance of my little revelation. Youth is almost always selfish, just as it is almost always conceited, and, after all, when it is combined with health and good parts, good looks and good spirits, it has a right to be, and I easily forgive it if it be really youth. Still it is a question of degree, and what stuck out of Jasper Nettlepoint (if one felt that sort of thing) was that his egotism had a hardness, his love of his own way an avidity. These elements were jaunty and prosperous, they were accustomed to triumph. He was fond, very fond, of women; they were necessary to him and that was in his type; but he was not in the least in love with Grace Mavis. Among the reflections I quickly made this was the one that was most to the point. There was a degree of awkwardness, after a minute, in the way we were planted there, though the apprehension of it was doubtless not in the least with him.
How is your mother this morning? I asked.
You had better go down and see.
 
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Not till Miss Mavis is tired of me.
She said nothing to this and I made her walk again. For some minutes she remained silent; then, rather unexpectedly, she began: I've seen you talking to that lady who sits at our tablethe one who has so many children.
Mrs. Peck? Oh yes, I have talked with her.
Do you know her very well?
Only as one knows people at sea. An acquaintance makes itself. It doesn't mean very much.
She doesn't speak to meshe might if she wanted.
That's just what she says of youthat you might speak to her.
Oh, if she's waiting for that! said my companion, with a laugh. Then she addedShe lives in our street, nearly opposite.
Precisely. That's the reason why she thinks you might speak; she has seen you so often and seems to know so much about you.
What does she know about me?
Ah, you must ask herI can't tell you!
I don't care what she knows, said my young lady. After a moment she went onShe must have seen that I'm not very sociable. And thenWhat are you laughing at?
My laughter was for an instant irrepressiblethere was something so droll in the way she had said that.
Well, you are not sociable and yet you are. Mrs. Peck is, at any rate, and thought that ought to make it easy for you to enter into conversation with her.
Oh, I don't care for her conversationI know what it amounts to. I made no rejoinderI scarcely knew what rejoinder to makeand the girl went on, I know what she thinks and I know what she says. Still I was silent, but the next moment I saw that my delicacy had been wasted, for Miss Mavis asked, Does she make out that she knows Mr. Porterfield?
No, she only says that she knows a lady who knows him.
Yes, I knowMrs. Jeremie. Mrs. Jeremie's an idiot! I was not in a position to controvert this, and presently my young lady said she would sit down. I left her in her chairI saw that she preferred itand wandered to a distance. A few

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