"I say, you know, I don't know what you're driving at, but you might let the poor chap have a little peace. Come along, Majendie."
Majendie sent a telegram to Prior Street and went.
The wind blew away his headache and put its own strong, violent, gusty life into him. He felt agreeably excited as he paced the slanting deck. He stayed there in the wind.
Downstairs in the cabin the Ransomes were quarrelling.
"What on earth," said she, "possessed you to bring him?"
"And why not?"
"Because of Sarah."
"What's she got to do with it?"
"Well, you don't want them to meet again, do you?"
Dick made his face a puffy blank. "Why the devil shouldn't they?" said he.