“That,” said Sam, edging a step closer, “was the thought that tortured me, the thought that a friendship so delightfully begun....”
“But it hadn’t begun. We have never spoken to each other before now.”
“Have you forgotten? On the dock....”
Sudden enlightenment came into her eyes.
“Oh, you are the man poor Pinky-Boodles bit!”
“The lucky man!”
Her face clouded.
“Poor Pinky is feeling the motion of the boat a little. It’s his first voyage.”
“I shall always remember that it was Pinky who first brought us together. Would you care for a stroll on deck?”
“Not just now, thanks. I must be getting back to my room to finish unpacking. After lunch, perhaps.”