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."