Frivolities, Especially Addressed to Those Who Are Tired of Being SeriousMarsh, Richard
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Frivolities, Especially Addressed to Those Who Are Tired of Being Serious
Marsh, Richard
Fiction; Humorous stories, English; Short stories, English
"He actually laughed, which was a brutal thing to do.
"'And the worst of it is that he has my ticket.'
"'That would be the worst part of it--to you.'
"I knew very well what he meant, though I took care not to let him
suspect that I knew it. I did not know what else to do, so I took out
my handkerchief and began to cry.
"'Madame la Baronne will excuse me, but I have still some little
matters to which I must attend. Doubtless Madame la Baronne will have
ceased to weep by the time that I return.'
"He left the cabin. I distinctly heard him bolt the door on the other
side. My first impulse was to fasten it upon my side too. But I
refrained. He had entirely upset me--what little there was of me left
to upset--by addressing me as Madame la Baronne! He evidently took it
for granted that I had married the Belgian. I do not suppose that
Geraldine will pay the slightest heed to anything I say, but I would
earnestly advise her to be exceedingly careful in avoiding
complications with men. I know that, as I sat there waiting for Mr.
Pearson's return, I wished with all my heart that I had never met any
man until I met Conrad--some of them never will understand.
"When he came back I had calmed myself to the best of my ability.
There was a tolerable glass in the cabin. I took advantage of it to
put myself a little to rights. He entered while I was engaged in doing
so. He came in so quietly that the first intimation I had of his
presence was seeing his face beside mine in the glass. It gave me
quite a shock.
"'Mr. Pearson!'
"I turned. He bowed.
"'Always the same!' he said.
"'I was just looking to see if there was any of me left.'
"'Let me beg of you to take a seat.'
"I sat down. He went to a desk which was at one side of the cabin and
sat down too, his back to me. His manners did not strike me as
particularly polite. Unlocking the desk, he took something out of it.
I tried to make a little conversation.
"'I had no idea, Mr. Pearson, that you had become a captain.'
"He bowed, but said nothing. I tried again:
"'If it is not giving you too much trouble, Mr. Pearson--I am tired,
you know--might I ask you to show me to a berth?"
"This time he condescended to face me.
"'Our encounter is of so unexpected a nature that I am sure you will
excuse me if for a few minutes I detain you. I can scarcely hope to
have so excellent an opportunity again.'
"'I can only say that I am tired.'
"'There are a few matters here in which you cannot fail to take an
interest.'
"He turned to the things which he had placed upon his desk.
"'Here is a revolver.'
"He took one in his hand and held it out to me. You know, dear mamma,
I am not nervous as a rule, but when he did that a creepy, crawly
feeling went all over me.
"'I purchased it to shoot the Baron. It is perhaps as well that he is
left behind. I might have used it yet.'
"There was something in his eyes I did not like. In an ordinary case I
should have said his language was absurd. But my position was
peculiar.
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