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seem more sociable. To this I replied that she had to beg to be excusedshe was not well.
You don't mean to say she's sick, on this pond?
No, she's unwell in another way.
I guess I know the way! Mrs. Peck laughed. And then she added, I suppose she came up to look after her charge.
Her charge?
Why, Miss Mavis. We've talked enough about that.
Quite enough. I don't know what that had to do with it. Miss Mavis hasn't been there to-day.
Oh, it goes on all the same.
It goes on?
Well, it's too late.
Too late?
Well, you'll see. There'll be a row.
This was not comforting, but I did not repeat it above. Mrs. Nettlepoint returned early to her cabin, professing herself much tired. I know not what went on, but Grace Mavis continued not to show. I went in late, to bid Mrs. Nettlepoint good-night, and learned from her that the girl had not been to her. She had sent the stewardess to her room for news, to see if she were ill and needed assistance, and the stewardess came back with the information that she was not there. I went above after this; the night was not quite so fair and the deck was almost empty. In a moment Jasper Nettlepoint and our young lady moved past me together. I hope you are better! I called after her; and she replied, over her shoulder
Oh, yes, I had a headache; but the air now does me good!
I went down againI was the only person there but they, and I wished to not appear to be watching themand returning to Mrs. Nettlepoint's room found (her door was open into the little passage) that she was still sitting up.
She's all right! I said. She's on the deck with Jasper.
The old lady looked up at me from her book. I didn't know you called that all right.
Well, it's better than something else.
Something else?
Something I was a little afraid of. Mrs. Nettlepoint continued to look at me; she asked me what that was. I'll tell you when we are ashore, I said.
 
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The next day I went to see her, at the usual hour of my morning visit, and found her in considerable agitation. The scenes have begun, she said; you know I told you I shouldn't get through without them! You made me nervous last nightI haven't the least idea what you meant; but you made me nervous. She came in to see me an hour ago, and I had the courage to say to her, I don't know why I shouldn't tell you frankly that I have been scolding my son about you. Of course she asked me what I meant by that, and I saidIt seems to me he drags you about the ship too much, for a girl in your position. He has the air of not remembering that you belong to some one else. There is a kind of want of taste and even of want of respect in it. That produced an explosion; she became very violent.
Do you mean angry?
Not exactly angry, but very hot and excitedat my presuming to think her relations with my son were not the simplest in the world. I might scold him as much as I likedthat was between ourselves; but she didn't see why I should tell her that I had done so. Did I think she allowed him to treat her with disrespect? That idea was not very complimentary to her! He had treated her better and been kinder to her than most other peoplethere were very few on the ship that hadn't been insulting. She should be glad enough when she got off it, to her own people, to some one whom no one would have a right to say anything about. What was there in her position that was not perfectly natural? what was the idea of making a fuss about her position? Did I mean that she took it too easilythat she didn't think as much as she ought about Mr. Porterfield? Didn't I believe she was attached to himdidn't I believe she was just counting the hours until she saw him? That would be the happiest moment of her life. It showed how little I knew her, if I thought anything else.
All that must have been rather fineI should have liked to hear it, I said. And what did you reply?
Oh, I grovelled; I told her that I accused her (as regards my son) of nothing worse than an excess of good nature. She helped him to pass his timehe ought to be immensely obliged. Also that it would be a very happy moment for me too when I should hand her over to Mr. Porterfield.
 
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And will you come up to-day?
No indeedshe'll do very well now.
I gave a sigh of relief. All's well that ends well!
Jasper, that day, spent a great deal of time with his mother. She had told me that she really had had no proper opportunity to talk over with him their movements after disembarking. Everything changes a little, the last two or three days of a voyage; the spell is broken and new combinations take place. Grace Mavis was neither on deck nor at dinner, and I drew Mrs. Peck's attention to the extreme propriety with which she now conducted herself. She had spent the day in meditation and she judged it best to continue to meditate.
Ah, she's afraid, said my implacable neighbour.
Afraid of what?
Well, that we'll tell tales when we get there.
Whom do you mean by we?
Well, there are plenty, on a ship like this.
Well then, we won't.
Maybe we won't have the chance, said the dreadful little woman.
Oh, at that moment a universal geniality reigns.
Well, she's afraid, all the same.
So much the better.
Yes, so much the better.
All the next day, too, the girl remained invisible and Mrs. Nettlepoint told me that she had not been in to see her. She had inquired by the stewardess if she would receive her in her own cabin, and Grace Mavis had replied that it was littered up with things and unfit for visitors: she was packing a trunk over. Jasper made up for his devotion to his mother the day before by now spending a great deal of his time in the smoking-room. I wanted to say to him This is much better, but I thought it wiser to hold my tongue. Indeed I had begun to feel the emotion of prospective arrival (I was delighted to be almost back in my dear old Europe again) and had less to spare for other matters. It will doubtless appear to the critical reader that I had already devoted far too much to the little episode of which my story gives an account, but to this I can only reply that the event justified me. We sighted land, the dim yet rich coast of Ireland, about sunset and I leaned on
 
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the edge of the ship and looked at it. It doesn't look like much, does it? I heard a voice say, beside me; and, turning, I found Grace Mavis was there. Almost for the first time she had her veil up, and I thought her very pale.
It will be more to-morrow, I said.
Oh yes, a great deal more.
The first sight of land, at sea, changes everything, I went on. I always think it's like waking up from a dream. It's a return to reality.
For a moment she made no response to this; then she said, It doesn't look very real yet.
No, and meanwhile, this lovely evening, the dream is still present.
She looked up at the sky, which had a brightness, though the light of the sun had left it and that of the stars had not come out. It
is
a lovely evening.
Oh yes, with this we shall do.
She stood there a while longer, while the growing dusk effaced the line of the land more rapidly thanour progress made it distinct. She said nothing more, she only looked in front of her; but her very quietness made me want to say something suggestive of sympathy and service. I was unable to think what to saysome things seemed too wide of the mark and others too importunate. At last, unexpectedly, she appeared to give me my chance. Irrelevantly, abruptly she broke out:
Didn't you tell me that you knew Mr. Porterfield?
Dear me, yesI used to see him. I have often wanted to talk to you about him.
She turned her face upon me and in the deepened evening I fancied she looked whiter. What good would that do?
Why, it would be a pleasure, I replied, rather foolishly.
Do you mean for you?
Well, yescall it that, I said, smiling.
Did you know him so well?
My smile became a laugh and I saidYou are not easy to make speeches to.
I hate speeches! The words came from her lips with a violence that surprised me; they were loud and hard. But before
 
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I had time to wonder at it she went onShall you know him when you see him?
Perfectly, I think. Her manner was so strange that one had to notice it in some way, and it appeared to me the best way was to notice it jocularly; so I added, Shan't you?
Oh, perhaps you'll point him out! And she walked quickly away. As I looked after her I had a singular, a perverse and rather an embarrassed sense of having, during the previous days, and especially in speaking to Jasper Nettlepoint, interfered with her situation to her loss. I had a sort of pang in seeing her move about alone; I felt somehow responsible for it and asked myself why I could not have kept my hands off. I had seen Jasper in the smoking-room more than once that day, as I passed it, and half an hour before this I had observed, through the open door, that he was there. He had been with her so much that without him she had a bereaved, forsaken air. It was better, no doubt, but superficially it made her rather pitiable. Mrs. Peck would have told me that their separation was gammon; they didn't show together on deck and in the saloon, but they made it up elsewhere. The secret places on shipboard are not numerous; Mrs. Peck's elsewhere would have been vague and I know not what license her imagination took. It was distinct that Jasper had fallen off, but of course what had passed between them on this subject was not so and could never be. Later, through his mother, I had
his
version of that, but I may remark that I didn't believe it. Poor Mrs. Nettlepoint did, of course. I was almost capable, after the girl had left me, of going to my young man and saying, After all, do return to her a little, just till we get in! It won't make any difference after we land. And I don't think it was the fear he would tell me I was an idiot that prevented me. At any rate the next time I passed the door of the smoking-room I saw that he had left it. I paid my usual visit to Mrs. Nettlepoint that night, but I troubled her no further about Miss Mavis. She had made up her mind that everything was smooth and settled now, and it seemed to me that I had worried her and that she had worried herself enough. I left her to enjoy the foretaste of arrival, which had taken possession of her mind. Before turning in I went above and found more passengers
 
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on deck than I had ever seen so late. Jasper was walking about among them alone, but I forebore to join him. the coast of Ireland had disappeared, but the night and the sea were perfect. On the way to my cabin, when I came down, I met the stewardess in one of the passages and the idea entered my head to say to herDo you happen to know where Miss Mavis is?
Why, she's in her room, sir, at this hour.
Do you suppose I could speak to her? It had come into my mind to ask her why she had inquired of me whether I should recognise Mr. Porterfield.
No, sir, said the stewardess; she has gone to bed.
That's all right. And I followed the young lady's excellent example.
The next morning, while I was dressing, the steward of my side of the ship came to me as usual to see what I wanted. But the first thing he said to me wasRather a bad job, sira passenger missing.
A passengermissing?
A lady, sir. I think you knew her. Miss Mavis, sir.
Missing?
I criedstaring at him, horror-stricken.
She's not on the ship. They can't find her.
Then where to God is she?
I remember his queer face. Well sir, I suppose you know that as well as I.
Do you mean she has jumped overboard?
Some time in the night, siron the quiet. But it's beyond every one, the way she escaped notice. They usually see 'em, sir. It must have been about half-past two. Lord, but she was clever, sir. She didn't so much as make a splash. They say she
ad
come against her will, sir.
I had dropped upon my sofaI felt faint. The man went on, liking to talk, as persons of his class do when they have something horrible to tell. She usually rang for the stewardess early, but this morning of course there had been no ring. The stewardess had gone in all the same about eight o'clock and found the cabin empty. That was about an hour ago. Her things were there in confusionthe things she usually wore when she went above. The stewardess thought she had been rather strange last night, but she waited a little and then went

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