"Nina wouldn't drown very easily," he returned.
"But she had a long dress on," and of this remark Fred took no notice.
"I don't think I shall come down to the station," he said; "will you
wish Mrs. Faulkner and Nina good-bye from me?"
"No, I won't," I replied, and we stared at each other so hard that we
were nearly run over by a cab; "you must come, do come to please me."
"You do such a precious lot to make me want to please you," he
retorted, and he looked most desperately down on his luck.
"Do forget all about this afternoon. I didn't mean one word I said."
"You said a precious lot. I'll come all right, but they won't want to
see me," and he walked off before I could tell him that they had better
want to see him, or I would have even another row.
When I got to the Rudolf I sent up a card to Nina on which I wrote
something which at the moment I thought funny. But she did not seem to
see the humour of it, for she sent me down an angry little note in
which she told me to go away and meet her at four o'clock. I went away
sorrowfully, for there was a sense of importance about that note which
told me that Nina was not going to tumble into the Cher for nothing,
and I knew I should hear more than enough about it before long.
But I did not think that I should be made to suffer until I got to the
station. But when your luck is dead out it is wise to be prepared for
anything.
I strolled aimlessly down the Corn-market, and having nothing whatever
to do, I turned into the Union to read the papers, or write a letter to
my brother, or do anything to pass the time. I stood in the hall for
some minutes looking at, but not reading, the telegrams; I was trying
to remember whether it was my turn to write to my brother or his to
write to me, and two or three men who found me planted in front of the
telegrams shoved me a little, so I moved away and met a man whom I knew.
"Halloa, Marten," he said, "I've just seen the pluckiest thing; that
man Ward, you know him, fairly saved a girl's life. She fell out of a
punt on the Cher, a pretty girl too. Ward's a lucky brute, you ought
to have been there."
"I've heard all about it," I answered.
"But it only happened an hour ago."
"Ward told me, he didn't think much of it."
"Well, you should have seen him, I tell you he did it splendidly; I
always thought he was a friend of yours, but you don't look very keen.
However, it's something to talk about," he said, as he strolled off to
find some one who would suit him better than I did.
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