She was impressing on her
memory what he had said to her, and was anxious to get away, so that she
could write out in her cabin exactly what had been told her. The sound of
the lunch-gong gave her the excuse she needed, so, bidding her victim a
pleasant and friendly farewell, she hurried from the deck to her
state-room.
CHAPTER VII.
One morning, when Kenyon went to his state-room on hearing the
breakfast-gong, he found the lazy occupant of the upper berth still
in his bunk.
'Come, Wentworth,' he shouted, 'this won't do, you know. Get up! get up!
breakfast, my boy! breakfast!--the most important meal in the day to a
healthy man.'
Wentworth yawned and stretched his arms over his head.
'What's the row?' he asked.
'The row is, it's time to get up. The second gong has sounded.'
'Dear me! is it so late? I didn't hear it.' Wentworth sat up in his bunk,
and looked ruefully over the precipice down the chasm to the floor. 'Have
you been up long?' he asked.
'Long? I have been on deck an hour and a half,' answered Kenyon.
'Then, Miss What's-her-Name must have been there also.'
'Her name is Miss Longworth,' replied Kenyon, without looking at his
comrade.
'That's her name, is it? and she _was_ on deck?'
'She was.'
'I thought so,' said Wentworth; 'just look at the divine influence of
woman! Miss Longworth rises early, therefore John Kenyon rises early.
Miss Brewster rises late, therefore George Wentworth is not seen until
breakfast-time.
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