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Updated: May 26, 2025
"Never mind, old man. I'm well enough. When will she return? Great heaven, man, I can't wait!" He sank limply into a chair. His companion's heart was freezing. "Be calm, old friend. She shall be sent for at once." "Break it to her gently, Veath, break it to her gently," murmured Hugh. Veath excused himself and left the room.
Another turn down the promenade and back brought Ridgeway and Veath face to face with the old gentleman and the young lady, who were on the point of starting below. The Americans paused to let them pass, lifting their caps.
I have a game of cribbage after dinner with his Lordship." The captain hurried below. "A real live lord," said Veath. "The first I've seen." "China," Hugh repeated. "I hope we may get to know them." At dinner Hugh was strangely exuberant, jesting gaily and exchanging rare witticisms with Veath, who also appeared immensely satisfied.
"And I'll write a short letter to post at Malta," said Veath, and they separated. A short while later, a steward passed Hugh's stateroom, and he called to him to step to the next door and tell Miss Ridge that he was ready. "Miss Ridge just went up with her gentleman " the man responded; but Hugh interrupted, slamming the door.
On the other hand, perhaps, his imagination was playing him a trick, and this selection of an adversary was merely accidental. And yet, had he but known, it was his own absorbing jealousy of Veath that precluded the recognition of a like sentiment directed against him, even surpassing in intensity its owner's lust for gain at play.
In an inconceivably short space of time the passages and saloons were crowded with rushing passengers. Pandemonium prevailed. Women were shrieking, men yelling and praying. Cooler heads were utterly powerless to subdue the crazy disorder. Ridgeway and Veath hurried the two women to their staterooms, plunging along, almost falling with the savage rolling of the boat.
Captain Hildebrand, the clerk, and the other attachés looked on with happy smiles. In this moment of relief they forgot completely that, in leaving the island, they had been filled with a sort of dread lest they should find her who might come between them. "We must find Veath," went on Hugh rapidly. "Is he in Manila?" "He is in the Government Building, sir," answered the clerk.
They've seen enough for one night anyhow, and I guess they were only waiting for an excuse to go below," replied Hugh. To himself he said, "I wonder what the dickens Grace did that for? And why was Lady Huntingford so willing to leave?" Veath sat nervously wriggling his thumbs, plainly ill at ease.
Pie had fallen, and was grovelling, cursing, screaming, praying on the steps. Hugh pulled him to his feet. With a mad yell he fled onward and upward. At the top he was checked by the sailors, who were vainly trying to keep the people back. He struggled past them and on toward the open deck. An officer caught him and held him firmly until Hugh, Veath, and the two trembling women came up.
There was fear in his voice; but poor Grace could only distinguish pathetic eagerness. Veath was silent, his hands clasped behind his back, his throat closed as by a vise. "Why don't you answer? Does she still love me?" Grace glanced at the drawn face of Henry Veath and saw there the struggle that was going on in his mind.
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