“Then that must make your voyage rather unpleasant?”
The blonde young lady made no reply, but, taking up the book which Miss Earle was reading, said, “You don’t find Mr. Morris much of a reader, I presume? He used not to be.”
“I know very little about Mr. Morris,” said Miss Earle, freezingly.
“Why, you knew him before you came on board, did you not?” questioned the other, raising her eyebrows.
“No, I did not.”
“You certainly know he is junior partner in the establishment where you work?”
“I know that, yes, but I had never spoken to him before I met him on board this steamer.”
“Is that possible? Might I ask you if there is any probability of your becoming interested in Mr. Morris?”
“Interested! What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know well enough what I mean. We girls do not need to be humbugs with each other, whatever we may be before the men. When a young woman meets a young man in the early morning, and has coffee with him, and when she reads to him, and tries to cultivate his literary tastes, whatever they may be, she certainly shows some interest in the young man, don’t you think so?”