Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Women -- Juvenile fiction
No sooner had this interesting couple seated themselves in their chairs
than a chirrup of welcome sounded in their ears, and a beaming little
figure in grey alpaca darted forward to greet them. Though the majority
of passengers in an ocean-going boat may be unsociably inclined at the
start, there are always one or two exceptions to the rule to be found,
in the shape of ultra-friendly souls, who, willy-nilly, insist upon
playing the part of devoted friends to some unresponsive stranger, and
the old lady in question was one of these exceptions. She had begun
operations the night before by quarrelling violently over the possession
of a cabin, had then proceeded to borrow half-a-dozen necessities of the
toilet which she had forgotten, and had advanced to the length of terms
of endearment before the bell sounded for dinner. It was only natural
then that she should exhibit a breathless anxiety to know how her new
friend had fared during the night, and the invalid braced herself to
bear the attack with composure.
"So glad to see you up this morning, dear!" she cried. "I was afraid
you might be ill, but I asked your daughter about you, and was so
relieved to hear good news. We met on deck before breakfast, and had a
nice, long talk. Such a sweet creature! So different from the fast,
loud-voiced specimens one meets nowadays. Quite an old-world girl, I
declare; sweet, and mild, and gentle... `A violet by a mossy dell,
half-hidden from the eye'--as dear old What's-his-name has it! It does
me good to be with her, and feel her restful influence. You are to be
congratulated on owning such a daughter!"
"Thank you!" said the mild girl's mother softly. She dropped her
eyelids, and twisted the rings round and round on her slender fingers,
as if for some reason she did not wish to meet the speaker's eye, while
her husband rose suddenly and walked to the end of the deck. When he
came back, five minutes later, he remarked to his wife that there was no
depending on weather signals nowadays; at which innocent remark she
laughed so heartily that the friendly old lady instantly put down
hysterics as the probable explanation of her delicate appearance, and
felt a chilling of sympathy. In a few minutes she took herself off to
some other friends, and the husband and wife whispered smilingly
together, and, after the invariable custom on shipboard, fell to
criticising their companions.
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