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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