“Indeed? And so you are going over to see?”
Buel laughed. All the depression he felt a short time before had vanished.
“I had no such intention when I began the voyage, but even if I should quit the steamer at Queenstown, I could bear personal testimony to the truth of the statement.”
“Oh, Mr. Buel, that is very nicely put. I don’t think you can improve on it, so I shall run down and dress for dinner. There is the first gong. Thanks for the book.”
The young man said to himself, “Buel, my boy, you’re getting on;” and he smiled as he leaned over the bulwark and looked at the rushing water. He sobered instantly as he remembered that he would have to go to his state-room and perhaps meet Hodden. It is an awkward thing to quarrel with your room-mate at the beginning of a long voyage. He hoped Hodden had taken his departure to the saloon, and he lingered until the second gong rang. Entering the stateroom, he found Hodden still there. Buel gave him no greeting. The other cleared his throat several times and then said—
“I have not the pleasure of knowing your name.”
“My name is Buel.”
“Well, Mr. Buel, I am sorry that I spoke to you in the manner I did, and I hope you will allow me to apologise for doing so. Various little matters had combined to irritate me, and—Of course, that is no excuse. But—”
“Don’t say anything more. I unreservedly retract what I was heated enough to say, and so we may consider the episode ended. I may add that if the purser has a vacant berth anywhere, I shall be very glad to take it, if the occupants of the room make no objection.”
“You are very kind,” said Hodden, but he did not make any show of declining the offer.