"She moves," he thought sardonically, "as if she were perfectly aware that she could pay for anything.An unlimited income, no doubt, establishes in the owner the equivalent to a sense of rank."He changed his position for one in which he could command a view of the promenade deck where the arriving passengers were gradually appearing.He did this from the idle and careless curiosity which, though it is not a matter of absolute interest, does not object to being entertained by passing objects.He saw the Worthington party reappear.It struck Salter that they looked not so much like persons coming on board a ship, as like people who were returning to a hotel to which they were accustomed, and which was also accustomed to them.He argued that they had probably crossed the Atlantic innumerable times in this particular steamer.The deck stewards knew them and made obeisance with empressement.Miss Vanderpoel nodded to the steward Salter had heard discussing her.She gave him a smile of recognition and paused a moment to speak to him.Salter saw her sweep the deck with her glance and then designate a sequestered corner, such as the experienced voyager would recognise as being desirably sheltered.She was evidently giving an order concerning the placing of her deck chair, which was presently brought.An elegantly neat and decorous person in black, who was evidently her maid, appeared later, followed by a steward who carried cushions and sumptuous fur rugs.These being arranged, a delightful corner was left alluringly prepared.Miss Vanderpoel, after her instructions to the deck steward, had joined her party and seemed to be awaiting some arrival anxiously.
"She knows how to do herself well," Salter commented, "and she realises that forethought is a practical factor.Millions have been productive of composure.It is not unnatural, either."It was but a short time later that the warning bell was rung.Stewards passed through the crowds calling out, "All ashore, if you please--all ashore." Final embraces were in order on all sides.People shook hands with fervour and laughed a little nervously.Women kissed each other and poured forth hurried messages to be delivered on the other side of the Atlantic.Having kissed and parted, some of them rushed back and indulged in little clutches again.Notwithstanding that the tide of humanity surges across the Atlantic almost as regularly as the daily tide surges in on its shores, a wave of emotion sweeps through every ship at such partings.
Salter stood on deck and watched the crowd dispersing.
Some of the people were laughing and some had red eyes.
Groups collected on the wharf and tried to say still more last words to their friends crowding against the rail.
The Worthingtons kept their places and were still looking out, by this time disappointedly.It seemed that the friend or friends they expected were not coming.Salter saw that Miss Vanderpoel looked more disappointed than the rest.She leaned forward and strained her eyes to see.Just at the last moment there was the sound of trampling horses and rolling wheels again.From the arriving carriage descended hastily an elderly woman, who lifted out a little boy excited almost to tears.He was a dear, chubby little person in flapping sailor trousers, and he carried a splendidly-caparisoned toy donkey in his arms.
Salter could not help feeling slightly excited himself as they rushed forward.He wondered if they were passengers who would be left behind.
They were not passengers, but the arrivals Miss Vanderpoel had been expecting so ardently.They had come to say good-bye to her and were too late for that, at least, as the gangway was just about to be withdrawn.
Miss Vanderpoel leaned forward with an amazingly fervid expression on her face.
"Tommy! Tommy!" she cried to the little boy."Here I am, Tommy.We can say good-bye from here."The little boy, looking up, broke into a wail of despair.
"Betty! Betty! Betty!" he cried."I wanted to kiss you, Betty."Betty held out her arms.She did it with entire forgetfulness of the existence of any lookers-on, and with such outreaching love on her face that it seemed as if the child must feel her touch.She made a beautiful, warm, consoling bud of her mouth.
"We'll kiss each other from here, Tommy," she said.
"See, we can.Kiss me, and I will kiss you."Tommy held out his arms and the magnificent donkey.
"Betty," he cried, "I brought you my donkey.I wanted to give it to you for a present, because you liked it."Miss Vanderpoel bent further forward and addressed the elderly woman.
"Matilda," she said, "please pack Master Tommy's present and send it to me! I want it very much."Tender smiles irradiated the small face.The gangway was withdrawn, and, amid the familiar sounds of a big craft's first struggle, the ship began to move.Miss Vanderpoel still bent forward and held out her arms.
"I will soon come back, Tommy," she cried, "and we are always friends."The child held out his short blue serge arms also, and Salter watching him could not but be touched for all his gloom of mind.
"I wanted to kiss you, Betty," he heard in farewell."Idid so want to kiss you."
And so they steamed away upon the blue.
