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Both were in a state of depression as they left the house. 'What think you of this story? asked Biffen. 'Is this possible in a woman of any merit? 'Anything is possible in a woman, Reardon replied, harshly. They walked in silence as far as Portland Road Station.
But if you have to set to work at once it seems to me very doubtful. 'Never mind. For Heaven's sake don't discourage me! If this fails I think upon my soul, I think I shall kill myself. 'Pooh! exclaimed Biffen, gently. 'With a wife like yours? 'Just because of that. 'No, no; there'll be some way out of it. By-the-bye, I passed Mrs Reardon this morning, but she didn't see me.
Reardon had all but made up his mind to try this venture when he suddenly became a widower; after that he never summoned energy to embark on new enterprises.
Reardon was not required to stand a watch unless he so elected; although from force of habit acquired in the days when he had been chief of the Arab a little three-thousand-ton tramp and perforce had to stand a regular watch, he found it very difficult not to spend at least eight hours in every twenty-four in the engine room.
Henckel was accomplished without the slightest excitement or bloodshed. Mr. Reardon rapped at his door and Mr. Henckel replied sleepily in German. The skipper and the chief merely lurked, one on each side of his state-room door, until he stepped briskly out; whereupon the captain jabbed him with the gun while Mr. Reardon shook the monkey wrench under his nose. Indeed, Mr.
'Listen, said Reardon, looking up at her with a bright smile. 'Do you remember the first time that I read you this? And he turned the speech into free prose. Amy laughed. 'I remember it well enough. We were alone in the drawing-room; I had told the others that they must make shift with the dining-room for that evening. And you pulled the book out of your pocket unexpectedly.
Perhaps old Granny Thornton had been right, however, when she exclaimed that there was a fate in the mysterious foreign piece; for when Tim Reardon reached his hand into his pocket presently, to see that the coin was safe lo, it had once more disappeared. Little Tim, with a look of chagrin, turned his pocket inside out. A tell-tale hole in one corner accounted for the disappearance.
Reardon replied, for he desired an excuse to be on deck all night without arousing the suspicions of Mr. Schultz or von Staden. The steward, having finished serving those who ate in the dining saloon, stepped out on deck and started for his own room. Mr. Reardon remained by the window a minute, discoursing on the curse of bedbugs aboard a ship, and then with a sigh followed the steward leisurely.
It's just because nobody does anything that things have come to this pass! The conversation was, of course, profitless. John could only return again and again to his assertion that Reardon must get 'a decent berth. At length Amy left the room in weariness and disgust. 'I suppose they have quarrelled terrifically, said her brother, as soon as she was gone. 'I am afraid so.
She read, and her countenance fell. Mr Jedwood regretted that the story offered to him did not seem likely to please that particular public to whom his series of one-volume novels made appeal. He hoped it would be understood that, in declining, he by no means expressed an adverse judgment on the story itself &c. 'It doesn't surprise me, said Reardon. 'I believe he is quite right.
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