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The only place, really, was just back of the dining-saloon on the south side of the ship; it was smooth there, and it was quiet, and you had the sun in your window all the way over. He asked her if he must take their room there or nowhere, and she answered that he must do his best, but that she would not be satisfied with any other place.
Hardy's soles seemed positively to stick to the steps as he went down, and he was almost overcome by the warm air at the entrance to the dining-saloon, where the noise of boisterous laughter and lively conversation greeted him. "Halloo, when are we going on?" he was asked from all sides. Mr. Hardy shook his head silently and went to the captain's place.
Then he saw that Toby was crying, and abruptly let him go, striding out through the dining-saloon and up the companion-way, swearing strange oaths in varied languages as he went. He was openly rude to Larpent when the latter sauntered up for a word with him a little later, but Larpent, knowing him, merely hunched his shoulders as his custom was and sauntered away again.
So saying the worthy man turned and hurried down the staircase toward what may be termed the main, or principal, deck of the ship. As he descended he became aware of the sound of gay voices, male and female; and when he reached the vestibule he found one of the doors of the dining-saloon wide open.
He had resisted the impulse to an ill-timed joke about the life-preservers under their berths when the sound of the breakfast-horn, wavering first in the distance, found its way nearer and clearer down their corridor. In one of the many visits to the steamship office which his wife's anxieties obliged him to make, March had discussed the question of seats in the dining-saloon.
"My precious Goldenrod!" cried the Countess of Heliotrope, "I fear she will catch it!" "You'd better have her vaccinated at once. It's a sure cure." "I will. But let us go inside, the sea-breeze is too strong out here." The game seemed full of possibilities, and the tourists were still playing it when dinner time came. So they pretended it was the ship's dining-saloon to which they went, and Mrs.
They were going home for a ten days' leave after a year at the front and were trying to forget the war. There was also a lounge-room and a dining-saloon, but bunks there were also already commandeered by the strategic military. It could be a worse night to walk the deck. To see what was doing a man would want to walk the deck anyway.
Then passing proudly before him, he advanced to meet Prince Frederick William, who had just arrived. The doors of the dining-saloon were now thrown open, and the guests approached the richly-covered table, at one end of which sat the prince and his wife. Not far from them was Count Kalkreuth. For more than two hours he had borne the agony of being near the prince without being addressed by him.
And it will yet be worse than it is just now, for many passengers from Marseilles are still below, waiting for baths and arranging their crowded cabins. I have to write letters and sketch on a dining-saloon table amongst waiters clearing dishes.
The dinner was a lengthy affair, and it was after eight when they left the dining-saloon, when Mona at once retreated to her stateroom to rid herself of Louis Hamblin's companionship. On her way thither she rapped upon Mrs. Montague's door, and asked: "Cannot I do something for you, Mrs. Montague?" There was no response from within, and thinking she must be asleep, Mona passed on to her own room.
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