The Law-Breakers and Other Stories | Page 6

bustle and confusion that George was not conscious of
the presence of his lively companion again until he heard her voice in

his ear two hours later on the pier or platform where the baggage from
the Meteoric was being inspected.
"Well," she said under her breath, "I'm all through. They gave me a
jewel of a man. And you?"
"I've had no trouble." George spoke with nonchalance as if to imply
that he had expected none. Out of the corner of his eye he was
following the actions of the custom-house official allotted to him who
was chalking his examined trunks with the hieroglyphics which
signified that the Government had released its grip on them.
This done, George beckoned to an attendant porter, after which he
turned again to Miss Golightly.
"If you'll wait a moment until I see these things of mine safely in the
hands of the transfer express, I'll put you into your carriage and take a
fond farewell."
"You needn't hurry," was her answer.
"My friend, Miss Pilgrim, has declared thirty-four articles, and she
doesn't know in which of her eight trunks any of them are. She and the
citizen in glasses meted out to her, who insists on finding every one,
are now engaged in ransacking her entire wardrobe. I intend to keep at
a safe distance from the scene of worry. That's what comes of being
conscientious."
George and the inspector, preceded by the porter wheeling the
traveller's three trunks, hat-box, and small bags, set out for the other
end of the shed.
George returned ten minutes later; he stepped briskly and was beaming.
"Still waiting, I see," he said jocularly.
"And in your eyes I read the purple light of love, young man. I wish
you success." Her words were the rallying outcome of confidences on

shipboard after five days at sea.
George blushed, but looked pleased. "You may see her first," he said,
"for she is constantly at her cousin's, or was before she took up
Settlement life."
"How much did you give him?" asked Miss Golightly.
The reversion to their previous topic was so abrupt and barefaced that
the lover stared for a moment, then tried not to appear confused.
"Oh, a mere trifle!" he said with offhand dignity.
"I gave mine twenty-five dollars," she whispered. "Wasn't that
enough?"
"Abundant, I should say. But I am not well posted on such matters." It
was evident he wished to avoid the subject, and was also impatient to
get away, for he took out his watch. "If Miss Pilgrim is really likely to
be detained--" he began.
Miss Golightly rose to the occasion and dismissed him. "I understand,"
she exclaimed amiably. "Every minute is precious."
Nevertheless, it was not until two days later that he succeeded in
finding Mary Wellington at home. He called that evening, but was told
by the person in charge that she had taken a brief respite from work and
would not return for another twenty-four hours. On the second occasion,
as the first, he brought with him under his arm a good-sized package,
neatly done up.
"I am back again," he said, and he pressed her hand with unmistakable
zeal.
Her greeting was friendly; not emotional like his, or unreserved; but he
flattered himself that she seemed very glad to see him. He reflected: "I
don't believe that it did my cause a particle of harm to let her go
without the constant visits she had grown accustomed to expect."

He said aloud: "I came across this on the other side and took the liberty
of bringing it to you."
Mary undid the parcel, disclosing a beautiful bit of jade; not too costly
a gift for a friend to accept, yet really a defiance of the convention
which forbids marriageable maidens to receive from their male
admirers presents less perishable than flowers or sweetmeats.
"It is lovely, and it was very kind of you to remember me."
"Remember you? You were in my thoughts day and night."
She smiled to dispel the tension. "I shall enjoy hearing about your
travels. A friend of yours has told me something of them."
"Ah! Miss Golightly. You have seen her, then, at your cousin's? A
companionable woman; and she knows her Europe. Yes, we compared
notes regarding our travels."
He colored slightly, but only at the remembrance of having confided to
this comparative stranger his bosom's secret under the spell of an ocean
intimacy.
"You brought home other things, I dare say?" Mary asked after a pause,
glancing up at him.
"Oh, yes!" The trend of the question was not clear to him, but he was
impelled to add: "For one thing, I ordered clothes enough to last me
three years at least. I bought gloves galore for myself and for my sister.