“At the risk, of course,” Wingrave said, “of my offering you—this?”
He drew a paper from his pocket book, and held it out. It was the return half of a steamer ticket.
“Even at that risk,” Aynesworth answered without hesitation.
Wingrave carefully folded the document, and returned it to his pocket.
“I am glad,” he said, “to find that you are so consistent. There is Mrs. Travers scolding the deck steward. Go and talk to her! You will scarcely find a better opportunity.”
Aynesworth rose at once. Wingrave in a few moments also left his seat, but proceeded in the opposite direction. He made his way into the purser’s room, and carefully closed the door behind him.
Mrs. Travers greeted Aynesworth without enthusiasm. Her eyes were resting upon the empty place which Wingrave had just vacated.
“Can I get your chair for you, Mrs. Travers,” Aynesworth asked, “or shall we walk for a few minutes?”
Mrs. Travers hesitated. She looked around, but there was obviously no escape for her.
“I should like to sit down,” she said. “I am very tired this morning. My chair is next Mr. Wingrave’s there.”