“Yes, sir. Everything stowed away quite right.”
“What do you think of the crew?”
“Well, sir, I didn’t see much of them. But I hope you’ll keep your things locked up.”
“You think they’re thieves?”
“Well, I believe those sort of low-class foreigners mostly are, sir.”
As we were getting into the boat Snape asked which I thought would be the best evening for the G.F.S.?
“I don’t know,” I said firmly, “ask Miss Gregson at the post-office.”
I don’t know what put Miss Gregson into my head, but as the Arabs rowed us through the night with a strange grunt at each stroke, I felt the Girls’ Friendly Society was very remote.
Edmund remained silent, and it seemed to me there had been an air of silence and speed about the whole proceeding that was puzzling. I regretted it because it took away from my feeling of holiday exhilaration.
“You had quite a big cargo,” I said.