resses her very much," concluded Mangles, dexterously shifting his
cigar by a movement of the tongue from the port to the starboard side
of his mouth. Cartoner did not seem to be very much interested in Miss
Netty Cahere. He was a man having that air of detachment from personal
environments which is apt to arouse curiosity in the human heart, more
especially in feminine hearts. People wanted to know what there was in
Cartoner's past that gave him so much to think about in the present.

The two men had not spoken again when Miss Netty Cahere came on deck.
She was accompanied by the fourth officer, a clean-built, clean-shaven
young man, who lost his heart every time he crossed the Atlantic. He
was speaking rather earnestly to Miss Cahere, who listened with an
expression of puzzled protest on her pretty face. She had wondering blue
eyes and a complexion of the most delicate pink and white which never
altered. She was slightly built, and carried herself in a subtly
deprecating manner, as if her own opinion of herself were small, and she
wished the world to accept her at that valuation. She made no sign
of having perceived her uncle, but nevertheless dismissed the fourth
officer, who reluctantly mounted the ladder to the bridge, looking back
as he went.

Mr. Mangles threw his cigar overboard.

"She don't like smoke," he growled.

Cartoner looked at the cigar, and absent-mindedly threw his cigarette
after it. He had apparently not made up his mind whether to go or stay,
when Miss Cahere approached her uncle, without appearing to notice that
he was not alone.

"I suppose," she said, "that that was one of the officers of the ship,
though he was very young--quite a boy. He was telling me about his
mother. It must be terrible to have a near relation a sailor."

She spoke in a gentle voice, and it was evident that she had a heart
full of sympathy for the suffering and the poor.

"I wish some of my relations were sailors," replied Mr. Mangles, in his
deepest tones. "Could spare a whole crew. Let me introduce my friend,
Mr. Cartoner--Miss Cahere."

He completed the introduction with an old-fashioned and ceremonious wave
of the hand. Miss Cahere smiled rather shyly on Cartoner, and it was his
eyes that turned away first.

"You have not been down to meals," he said, in his gentle, abrupt way.

"No; but I hope to come now. Are there many people? Have you friends on
board?"

"There are very few ladies. I know none of them."