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In theory she was to compare Calhoun's lessons with his practise when alone. But he did nothing on this journey which teaching considered was different from the two interstellar journeys Maril had made with him. She occupied the sleeping-cabin during two of the six watches of each ship-day.
George heard the ejaculation, and, springing to his feet, stepped eagerly into the sleeping-cabin, saying "Of course it is, my dear fellow. How do you feel now? Better?" "Better?" repeated Walford. "I haven't been ill, have I? Where am I? How did I come here? And where did you come from?" "What a string of questions!" said George with a laugh.
"Right; thank you. I'm going back now." He turned towards Margaret. "Did you hear that?" There was a queer note of relief in his voice. "Yes," she replied quietly. "The Drum." The Captain came out of his sleeping-cabin as the last chord of the National Anthem died away on the quarter-deck overhead with the roll of kettledrums.
The refreshment from this exhilarating shower bath, after a night spent in a close sleeping-cabin, was indescribable; and having given myself a good towelling I returned aft to my cabin to dress for the day, taking a cursory glance at the strange barque as I went.
The outside of my sleeping-cabin was interwoven with ivy and honeysuckle, and, among the branches, a nightingale had established itself, and sung sweetly, night after night, during the whole of the winter.
If so, such a stowaway would be in the sleeping-cabin now, waiting for Calhoun to walk unsuspiciously in to be shot dead. So Calhoun made coffee. He slipped a blaster into a pocket where it would be handy. He filled a small cup for Murgatroyd and a large one for himself, and then a second large one. He tapped on the sleeping-cabin door, standing aside lest a blaster-bolt came through it.
He would usually watch the coffee-maker with bright, interested eyes. He'd even tried to imitate Calhoun's motions with it, once, and had scorched his paws in the attempt. This time he did not move. Calhoun turned his head. Murgatroyd sat on the floor, his long tail coiled reflectively about a chair-leg. He watched the door of the Med Ship's sleeping-cabin. "Murgatroyd," said Calhoun.
It is a sound thing to go round one's sleeping-cabin at night before "turning in," and make a bag of all that can be found "dreaming the happy hours away" on the bulkheads and ceiling. It sends us to bed in the virtuous frame of mind of the Village Blacksmith "Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose"
It had sometimes seemed to her that she had never been quite herself since that memorable night when she had slipped out of their sleeping-cabin, and stood alone in the gracious and commanding presence of the woods and hills.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, "Drink your coffee!" "I don't want it," she said bitterly. "I'd like to die!" "If you stay around where I am," Calhoun told her, "you may get your wish. All right. There'll be no more questions, I promise." She turned and moved toward the door to the sleeping-cabin. Calhoun looked after her. "Maril," he called out to her. "What?" "Why were you crying?"
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