we got over at breakfast before our party were about.
'I suppose—after this—well, I don't blame you. I'm rather a lonely chap, though.' His eyes lifted dog-like across the table.
'Shend,' I replied, 'I'm not running a Sunday school. You're coming home with me in my car as soon as we land.'
'That is kind of you—kinder than you think.'
'That's because you're a little jumpy still. Now, I don't want to mix up in your private affairs'
'But I'd like you to,' he interrupted.
'Then, would you mind telling me the Christian name of a girl who was insulted by a man called Clements?'
'Moira,' he whispered; and just then Mrs. Godfrey and Milly came to table with their shore-going hats on.
We did not tie up till noon, but the faithful Leggatt had intrigued his way down to the dock-edge, and beside him sat Malachi, wearing his collar of gold, or Leggatt makes it look so, as eloquent as Demosthenes. Shend flinched a little when he saw him. We packed Mrs. Godfrey and Milly into Attley's car—they were going with him to Mittleham, of course—and drew clear across the railway lines to find England all lit and perfumed for spring. Shend sighed with happiness.
'D'you know,' he said, 'if—if you'd chucked me—I should have gone down to my cabin after breakfast and cut my throat. And now—it's like a dream—a good dream, you know.'
