“You do like to make fun of me, don’t you?” answered the young man.
“Oh, dear no,” said Miss Earle, “I shouldn’t think of making fun of anything so serious. Is it making fun of a person who looks half frozen to offer him a cup of warm coffee? I think there is more philanthropy than fun about that.”
“Well, I don’t know but you are right. At any rate, I prefer to take it as philanthropy rather than fun. I shall go and get a cup of coffee for myself, if you will permit me to place a chair beside yours?”
“Oh, I beg you not to go for the coffee yourself. You certainly will never reach here with it. You see the remains of that cup down by the side of the vessel. The steward himself slipped and fell with that piece of crockery in his hands. I am sure he hurt himself, although he said he didn’t.”
“Did you give him an extra fee on that account?” asked Morris, cynically.
“Of course I did. I am like the Government in that respect. I take care of those who are injured in my service.”
“Perhaps, that’s why he went down. They are a sly set, those stewards. He knew that a man would simply laugh at him, or perhaps utter some maledictions if he were not feeling in very good humour. In all my ocean voyages I have never had the good fortune to see a steward fall. He knew, also, the rascal, that a lady would sympathise with him, and that he wouldn’t lose anything by it, except the cup, which is not his loss.”
“Oh yes, it is,” replied the young lady, “he tells me they charge all breakages against him.”
“He didn’t tell you what method they had of keeping track of the breakages, did he? Suppose he told the chief steward that you broke the cup, which is likely he did. What then?”
“Oh, you are too cynical this morning, and it would serve you just right if you go and get some coffee for yourself, and meet with the same disaster that overtook the unfortunate steward. Only you are forewarned that you shall have neither sympathy nor fee.”