"Think there's a doctor on this little old steamer?" demanded Bean.
The man from Hartford laid down his weapon and began to lave his face.
"I believe," he spluttered, "that medical attendance is provided for those still in mortal error."
"'S' at so?" demanded Bean, sullenly.
The man achieved another bar of "The Holy City," and fondly dusted his face with talcum powder, critically observing the effect.
"If you will go into the silence," he at length said, "and there hold the thought of the all-good, you will be freed from your delusion."
"Humph!" said Bean and turned his face from the Hartford man.
The latter locked his razor into a toilet-case, locked the toilet-case into a suit-case, and seemed to debate locking the suit-case into a little old steamer trunk. Deciding, however, that his valuables were sufficiently protected, and that nothing was left out to excite the cupidity of a man to whom he had not been properly introduced, the person from Hartford went forth with a final retort.
"'As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he!'"
"'S' at so?" said Bean insolently to the closed door.
He roused himself and descended precariously from his shelf. Once upon his feet he was convinced that the ship was foundering. He hurriedly dressed and adjusted a life-belt from one of
