No More Learning

"Port Said, single first; cabin as close to the baggage-hatch as
possible. What ship's going? "

"The Colgong," said the clerk.

"She's a wet little hooker. Is it Tilbury and a tender, or Galleons and
the docks? "

"Galleons. Twelve-forty, Thursday. "

"Thanks. Change, please. I can't see very well--will you count it into
my hand? "

"If they all took their passages like that instead of talking about
their trunks, life would be worth something," said the clerk to his
neighbour, who was trying to explain to a harassed mother of many that
condensed milk is just as good for babes at sea as daily dairy. Being
nineteen and unmarried, he spoke with conviction.

"We are now," quoth Dick, as they returned to the studio, patting the
place where his money-belt covered ticket and money, "beyond the reach
of man, or devil, or woman--which is much more important. I've had three
little affairs to carry through before Thursday, but I needn't ask you
to help, Bess. Come here on Thursday morning at nine.
We'll breakfast,
and you shall take me down to Galleons Station. "

"What are you going to do? "

"Going away, of course. What should I stay for? "

"But you can't look after yourself? "

"I can do anything. I didn't realise it before, but I can. I've done a
great deal already. Resolution shall be treated to one kiss if Bessie
doesn't object. " Strangely enough, Bessie objected and Dick laughed.
"I suppose you're right. Well, come at nine the day after tomorrow and
you'll get your money. "

"Shall I sure? "

"I don't bilk, and you won't know whether I do or not unless you come.
Oh, but it's long and long to wait! Good-bye, Bessie,--send Beeton here
as you go out.