'Well, she is very curious.'
'You have such cold-blooded terms,' Mrs. Nettlepoint murmured. 'Elle ne sait pas se conduire; she ought to have come to ask about me.'
'Yes, since you are under her care,' I said, smiling. 'As for her not knowing how to behave—well, that's exactly what we shall see.'
'You will, but not I! I wash my hands of her.'
'Don't say that—don't say that.'
Mrs. Nettlepoint looked at me a moment. 'Why do you speak so solemnly?'
In return I considered her. 'I will tell you before we land. And have you seen much of your son?'
'Oh yes, he has come in several times. He seems very much pleased. He has got a cabin to himself.'
'That's great luck,' I said, 'but I have an idea he is always in luck. I was sure I should have to offer him the second berth in my room.'
'And you wouldn't have enjoyed that, because you don't like him,' Mrs. Nettlepoint took upon herself to say.