"That's good. Then say good-bye now, and come away. We've a lot to do."
He stared moodily.
"Look here, where's my baggage? Did you g-get it th-through the Customs for me?"
She explained about it, and said that he must go aboard for it when the Oriana came alongside during the afternoon.
"Right-o, then. I'll say good-bye. Wait a minute."
He went down the platform and stood talking to the others for a few minutes. They looked towards her and laughed several times, and at last trooped off together.
"I think a wash is indicated, don't you?" he said, looking at himself. "Lord, don't I want a drink! And don't I just want to be alone with you a few minutes! What shall we do? Did you book rooms?"
"No. I was so busy thinking that I forgot. There's plenty of time. I'll tell you what. Let us go back to the boat and get your things, and then you can get cleaned up and—change—" she added hesitatingly, for he was still wearing the suit in which he had fallen on the jetty at Melbourne. It was splashed with mud and rain; it had been obviously slept in, and smelled of tobacco and spilled whisky.
"Right. We'll have a cab and then we can talk on the way," he said. "By the way, I haven't a penny in the world. Broke to the wide! What did your uncle give you?"
"Fifty pounds."