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After the lunch Alfonso and his friends had time to examine a little further the great steamer that was to float them to the Old World. When his party hurriedly entered the dining-saloon, the grand staircase was entirely overlooked.
I suppose they are relieved occasionally, but those I saw seemed to have become component parts of their surroundings. On the second evening after dinner a young gentleman came in the dining-saloon being public property of course and ordered some bread and cheese and a bottle of Dublin stout.
"Why not?" replied the skipper gruffly. "Look yonder; what do you say to that?" "That" was the presence of Joe Cross, who was being ushered into the dining-saloon by the waiter, to announce that the wind had sunk a bit and only came in squalls, between two of which he thought he could easily run the boat alongside of the schooner. And he did while the next morning broke almost absolutely calm.
It was, however, a much larger apartment than the other, being, like the dining-saloon, the full width of the ship, and forty feet in length between the fore and after bulkheads, its height being ten feet to the lower edge of the massive and richly moulded cornice from which sprang the coved and panelled ceiling.
It was a horrible day at sea, horrible even on board the new and splendid Monarchic. All the prettiest people had disappeared from the huge dining-saloon. They had turned green, and then faded away, one by one or in hurried groups; and now the very thought of music at meals made them sick, in ragtime.
Vaguely it reminded her of the railway stations at home, where they beat the gong to entice passengers into the evil-smelling restaurants, there to lose their patience and often their trains. The dining-saloon held two long tables, only one of which was in commission, the starboard.
I showed them how these travelling wardrobes could be opened wide and flattened against the walls, taking up next to no room; I assured each woman in confidence that she had been given the best cabin on the boat; I dealt out little illustrated books about the trip; I advised people which tables to choose in the dining-saloon, and consoled them when the places they wanted were gone.
When Mildmay reached the ship he found Sir Reginald, Lethbridge, and Sziszkinski already astir and taking their coffee in the dining-saloon. They greeted his appearance with a shout. "Hillo, Mildmay," exclaimed the baronet, "where have you sprung from? Surely you have not been out all night? And yet you look as though you had. Any luck?" "Rather," answered Mildmay, with emphasis.
He slipped off his over-coat and hat; and then, pushing open the door, he entered a brightly lighted apartment and the presence of the Coal King's son. White linen and cut glass of the dining-saloon shone brilliantly under electric lights, softened to the eye by pink shades.
Then he hopped behind the dining-room door and we all kept still and listened. Almost immediately, THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, down the stairs tramped Ben Butcher, the able seaman. He walked into the dining-saloon, sat himself down at the head of the table in the Doctor's place, tucked a napkin under his fat chin and heaved a sigh of expectation. Then, BANG! Bumpo slammed the door and locked it.
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