was quite sure it was he, even in the darkness. "I could sit and cry
too, it's so lonely, isn't it?"

"Oh, you're everywhere! And you only poke fun at me," he said in a
strangled voice.

"I didn't poke fun at you. I only laughed at your trying to pretend you
were such an exalted person you couldn't travel steerage."

"I d-didn't want y-y-you to think my p-people couldn't afford
to--to--" he stammered in a low voice.

"Oh, what an idiot you are! My father was always calling me an idiot,
but if he'd known you! My goodness--he said I was a double-distilled
one! Whatever are you?"

"There you are, you see," he grumbled.

"But, Louis, whatever does it matter? My people couldn't afford to pay
more for me, and I don't care who knows it. We'll get there as soon--"

"I--d-don't w-want to g-get there. What's at the end of it? I know very
well--I'll throw my damned self overboard, and then they'll see what
they've done."

"Who's they? And what is it they've done?" She had no idea that it was
an extraordinary thing to take so much interest in a perfect stranger.
All her world hitherto had had the claims of friendship upon her.

"They never understood me," he cried passionately. "They were always