“What time do we sail to-night?” she asked as the official made the change of money.
“To-night?” he echoed. “We stay here until to-morrow morning. We sail at six to-morrow. There is a notice posted.”
“Thank you,” she said, and sped to the bulletin-board. In three languages the purser was verified. In a moment more she was back on the promenade-deck.
“Here!” she gave him a small purse. “You’ll have to do the spending. Come on! It’ll be a great lark. We still have time. There’s a voiture or whatever they call it. He’s looking up. He’ll take us somewhere. Come on! Oh, it’s all right! It’s on me. My treat. Come on! Don’t be foolish.... Now, what’s the matter?”
He had accepted the purse; but otherwise he had not moved.
“Wait a bit,” he spoke with quiet authority. “I can’t do this as your treat.”
“Let me hire you as a guide, then,” she ventured.
“No,” he laughed; “I——”
“Well, let’s Dutch it, then. We’ll divide expenses—you pay me in New York.”
“I won’t have anything in New York but five dollars.”