Mrs. Falchion, Volume 1. by Gilbert Parker
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page 120 of 160 (75%)
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her money without affectation; for it was noticeable that she, of all on
board, showed the least outward excitement at the time of the disaster. It occurred to me that once or twice I had seen her eyes fixed on Hungerford inquisitively, and not free from antipathy. It was something behind her usual equanimity. Her intuitive observation had led her to trace his hand in recent events. Yet I know she admired him too for his brave conduct. The day following the tragedy we were seated at dinner. The captain and most of the officers had risen, but Mrs. Falchion, having come in late, was still eating, and I remained seated also. Hungerford approached me, apologising for the interruption. He remarked that he was going on the bridge, and wished to say something to me before he went. It was an official matter, to which Mrs. Falchion apparently did not listen. When he was about to turn away, he bowed to her rather distantly; but she looked up at him and said, with an equivocal smile: "Mr. Hungerford, we often respect brave men whom we do not like." Then he, understanding her, but refusing to recognise the compliment, not altogether churlishly replied: "And I might say the same of women, Mrs. Falchion; but there are many women we dislike who are not brave." "I think I could recognise a brave man without seeing his bravery," she urged. "But I am a blundering sailor," he rejoined, "who only believes his eyes." "You are young yet," she replied. "I shall be older to-morrow," was his retort. |
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