I might have added that I had been disappointed in everything most important in life, as well—but his own face was wearing such an expression of calm serenity that I was soothed as I looked at it.
"That's quite a problem here in England just now," he observed politely.
"So I have been informed."
After this, conversation flagged, until the silence made me nervous.
"I should think we ought to be asking each other—questions!" I suggested, trying to bring him to a realization of the necessary formalities, but he only turned and looked down at me, with a slightly amused, slightly superior smile.
"Questions?"
"About ships—and how long we intend staying—and what travelers usually ask!" I said.
He shook his head, as if the subjects held little interest for him.
"Why should I ask that—when I happen to know?" he inquired.
"You know—what?"