“Or mine,” said Lovibond, sadly.
Each drew a long breath.
“Do you know, if I disappeared tonight, there’s not a soul—” said Jenny, sorrowfully.
“That’s just my case, too,” interrupted Lovibond.
“Ah!” they said together.
They looked into each other’s eyes with a mournful expression, and sighed again. Also their hands touched as their arms hung by their sides.
“Ninety pounds! Did you say ninety? Two berths?” said Jenny. “What a shocking waste! Couldn’t somebody else use them?”
“Just what I was thinking,” said Lovibond; and he linked the lady’s arm through his own.
“Hadn’t you better get the tickets from Capt’n Davy, and—and give them to somebody before it is too late?” said Jenny.
“I’ve got them already—his boy Quarrie was keeping them,” said Lovibond.