Then she came up. Her face was twitching with emotion.
“I'd like a word with you,” she said. “I won't keep you long.”
The Captain answered, without rising:
“Certainly. Will you sit down, or would you rather stand? No, don't run away, you! I've none too much time as it is,” he said sharply to me.
This I took to mean that he wanted the lock mended so he could take the key with him when he went.
“I dare say it wasn't—I oughtn't to have said what I did,” Fruen began.
The Captain made no answer.
But his silence, after she had come down on purpose to try and make it up, was more than she could bear. She ended by saying: “Oh, well, it's all the same; I don't care.”
And she turned to go.
“Did you want to speak to me?” asked the Captain.