I went above
after this; the night was not quite so fair and the deck almost empty. In
a moment Jasper Nettlepoint and our young lady moved past me together. "I
hope you're better!" I called after her; and she tossed me over her
shoulder--"Oh yes, I had a headache; but the air now does me good!"
I went down again--I was the only person there but they, and I wanted not
to seem to dog their steps--and, returning to Mrs. Nettlepoint's room,
found (her door was open to the little passage) that she was still
sitting up.
"She's all right!" I said. "She's on the deck with Jasper."
The good lady looked up at me from her book. "I didn't know you called
that all right."
"Well, it's better than something else."
"Than what else?"
"Something I was a little afraid of." Mrs. Nettlepoint continued to look
at me; she asked again what that might be. "I'll tell you when we're
ashore," I said.
The next day I waited on her at the usual hour of my morning visit, and
found her not a little distraught. "The scenes have begun," she said;
"you know I told you I shouldn't get through without them! You made me
nervous last night--I haven't the least idea what you meant; but you made
me horribly 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've been scolding my son about you.
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