"
"Oh, I daresay I shall misplace you, too, Mr. Schmidt." She said it
so insolently that he flushed as he drew himself up and stepped aside
to allow her to pass. For an instant their eyes met, and the sign of
the humble was not to be found in the expression of either.
"Even _that_ will be something for me to look forward to, Miss Guile,"
said he. Far from being vexed, she favoured him with a faint smile
of--was it wonder or admiration?
Then she moved away, followed by the uneasy lady--who was old enough
to be her mother and wasn't.
Robin remained standing for a moment, looking after her, and somehow
he felt that his dream was not yet ended. She turned the corner of
the deck building and was lost to sight. He sat down, only to arise
almost instantly, moved by a livelier curiosity than he ever had felt
before. Conscious of a certain feeling of stealth, he scrutinised the
cards in the backs of the two chairs. The steward was collecting the
discarded steamer-rugs farther down the deck, and the few passengers
who occupied chairs, appeared to be snoozing,--all of which he took
in with his first appraising glance.
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