Let me see if I can find it
Darrow smiled at the intensity of her distress. It was foodfor the moralist that, side by side with such catastrophesas his, human nature was still agitating itself over itsmicroscopic woes!
"Here’s mine if you want it!" he shouted back at her throughthe shouting of the gale.
The offer caused the young lady to look at him moreintently. "Why, it’s Mr. Darrow!" she exclaimed; and then,all radiant recognition: "Oh, thank you! We’ll share it, ifyou will."She knew him, then; and he knew her; but how and where hadthey met? He put aside the problem for subsequent solution,and drawing her into a more sheltered corner, bade her waittill he could find his porter.
When, a few minutes later, he came back with his recoveredproperty, and the news that the boat would not leave tillthe tide had turned, she showed no concern.
"Not for two hours? How lucky–then I can find my trunk!"Ordinarily Darrow would have felt little disposed to involvehimself in the adventure of a young female who had lost hertrunk; but at the moment he was glad of any pretext foractivity. Even should he decide to take the next up trainfrom Dover he still had a yawning hour to fill; and theobvious remedy was to devote it to the loveliness indistress under his umbrella.
"You’ve lost a trunk? Let me see if I can find it."It pleased him that she did not return the conventional "Oh,WOULD you?" Instead, she corrected him with a laugh–Nota trunk, but my trunk; I’ve no other–" and then addedbriskly: "You’d better first see to getting your own thingson the boat."This made him answer, as if to give substance to his plansby discussing them: "I don’t actually know that I’m goingover.""Not going over?""Well…perhaps not by this boat." Again he felt a stealingindecision. "I may probably have to go back to London.
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