The Port of Adventure eBook

Alice Muriel Williamson
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had looked at her in the morning.  As she passed near him, on her way to the travel bureau, he got up and stood like a soldier at attention.  Seeing this Angela went by quickly without seeming to glance at him, for she was afraid that he meant to speak, and she hoped that he would not, for she did not want to snub him.  She need not have feared, however.  He made no sign, but looked at her as if she were a passing queen, for whom it was a man’s duty and pleasure to get to his feet.

Angela would have bowed in recognition of the morning’s courtesy, but dared not, lest after all he should be encouraged to speak; for his type was so new to her that she did not understand it in the least.  It was, however, rather an agreeable mystery, and she saw him feature by feature, without appearing to lift her eyes.  It was too bad that he had been foolish enough to discard his becoming costume of the morning for a conventional suit of clothes, which, it was painfully certain, he must have bought ready-made.  The things did not fit too well, though they had probably cost a good deal, and they were astonishingly like advertisements of men’s clothes which Angela had seen in American magazines on shipboard.  They did their best to give him his money’s worth, by spoiling his splendid looks and turning him into something different from what nature had intended.  His broad shoulders were increased in size by the padded cutaway coat, until they seemed out of proportion.  His collar was an inch too high, and he was evidently wretched in it.  Also he had the look in his eyes of a man whose boots are so tight that he wishes to die.  His fancy waistcoat and maroon necktie must have been forced upon him by a ruthless salesman who would stop at no crime in the way of trade, and the consciousness of these atrocities and the largeness of his scarf-pin had reduced the poor fellow to the depths of gloom.  In one hand he held a pair of yellowish kid gloves which hung limp and feeble, like the dead bodies of small animals, and on the floor near his feet, as if drawing attention to the brilliance of his patent-leather shoes, was the latest extravagance in silk hats.

“My spoilt statue!” Angela thought.  “I believe he is as sorry for himself as I am for him.  Who knows, though?  Perhaps I’m mistaken, and he’s as proud as Punch.  In that case, I give him up!”

But she would not have believed any one who had told her that she, and she alone, was the cause of the tragic change.  He had wished to appear well in her eyes, and had gone about it in the way that seemed best.

V

WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NIGHT

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