The girl did not see her again till Mrs. Milray came up on the promenade at the hour when people who have eaten too much breakfast begin to spoil their appetite for luncheon with the tea and bouillon of the deck-stewards. She looked fiercely about, and saw Clementina seated in her usual place, but with Lord Lioncourt in her own chair next her husband, and Ewins on foot before her. They were both talking to Clementina, whom Lord Lioncourt was accusing of being in low spirits unworthy of her last night's triumphs. He jumped up, and offered his place, “I've got your chair, Mrs. Milray.”
“Oh, no,” she said, coldly, “I was just coming to look after Mr. Milray. But I see he's in good hands.”
She turned away, as if to make the round of the deck, and Ewins hurried after her. He came back directly, and said that Mrs. Milray had gone into the library to write letters. He stayed, uneasily, trying to talk, but with the air of a man who has been snubbed, and has not got back his composure.
Lord Lioncourt talked on until he had used up the incidents of the night before, and the probabilities of their getting into Queenstown before morning; then he and Mr. Ewins went to the smoking-room together, and Clementina was left alone with Milray.
“Clementina,” he said, gently, “I don't see everything; but isn't there some trouble between you and Mrs. Milray?”
“Why, I don't know what it can be,” answered the girl, with trembling lips. “I've been trying to find out, and I can't undastand it.”
“Ah, those things are often very obscure,” said Milray, with a patient smile.
Clementina wanted to ask him if Mrs. Milray had said anything to him about her, but she could not, and he did not speak again till he heard her stir in rising from her chair. Then he said, “I haven't forgotten that letter to my sister, Clementina. I will give it to you before we leave the steamer. Are you going to stay in Liverpool, over night, or shall you go up to London at once?”
“I don't know. It will depend upon how Mrs. Landa feels.”
“Well, we shall see each other again. Don't be worried.” He looked up at her with a smile, and he could not see how forlornly she returned it.