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"You'll take a cup of tea before you go?" said Annis. She was standing before Mr. Glover as she spoke, and the skipper, who had been feeling more and more in the way, rose and murmured that he must go. His amazement when Miss Gething twisted her pretty face into a warning scowl and shook her head at him, was so great that Mr. Glover turned suddenly to see the cause of it.
It was opened by a man, who, standing with his hand on the lock regarded him inquiringly. "Mrs. Gething in?" asked the skipper. "No, she's not just at present," said the other. "I'll come in and wait for her if you don't mind," said the skipper, speaking on the spur of the moment.
He set off to the station, and after a hurried consultation with Glover, returned anxiously to the arch. Gething, standing in the shadow with his hands in his pockets, was patiently waiting. "It's all right," said Tillotson cheerfully; "and now for a sea voyage. You know the way to the schooner, I suppose."
"That's just what I do want," said Wilson eagerly. He was moving towards her again, but she checked him with a look. "But not with a girl who is half engaged to another man," she said, regarding him with soft eyes; "it isn't right." "Does he know how it is?" inquired Wilson, referring, of course, to the absent Glover. Miss Gething nodded. "I think it's quite right and proper, then," said Wilson.
His eye caught the two lanterns which were burning somewhat garishly, and crossing over, he took them down and blew them out. He turned suddenly at the sound of a smothered laugh, a moment too late. Annis Gething had gone below. The shop of Solomon Hyams stood in a small thoroughfare branching off the Commercial Road.
Soon tired of devious paths, in which he lost himself, Wilson tried a direct one again. "For trying to kiss you and then pretending I didn't know what you meant when you refused," he said bluntly. "Captain Wilson!" said Miss Gething breathlessly, "I I don't know what you mean." "Yes you do," said Wilson calmly.
She nodded brightly, and the skipper, raising his cap, turned on his heel and set off to pay the call. He turned his head several times as he went, but Miss Gething, who knew more of men than the skipper knew of women, did not turn hers. A quarter of an hour's brisk walk brought him to the house, and he shook the rain from his cap as he knocked gently at the door.
The crew of the Seamew watched her until she had her anchor up, and then, at the impatient suggestion of Henry, who was stage managing, went below. "Are you satisfied now?" inquired Wilson in a low voice, as Captain Gething, with a wisdom born of years, went slowly below. "Quite," breathed Annis softly. "I'm not," said Wilson, in tones full of meaning.
"I've been thinkin', Sam," he said next morning, "that I've been rather selfish over that syndikit business. I ought to 'ave joined it." "You can please yourself," said Sam. "But it's better late than never," said Dick, turning to the cook who had joined them. "I'm goin' to put you in the way of findin' Cap'n Gething." The cook portrayed gratified surprise.
"You must be of an easy-going nature," said Miss Gething indulgently. "Don't know his own mind, I should think," said Mr. Glover rudely. "I know it about other things," said the skipper. The tone in which this remark was made set Mr. Glover wondering darkly what the other things were. Neither man was disposed to be talkative, and tea would have proceeded in sombre silence but for the hostess.
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