I got up from the table and went on deck tumbled on deck would be perhaps the better way of putting it, because my legs seemed to be tottering and my feet did as they liked. Directly I got into the open air a voice addressed me.
“Well, old dear, how goes it? Done yourself a treat? Got room for any more?
Have a tiddly?”
It was Sadie Lawrence. She was seated at one of those expanding tables, with a tray on top, which the stewards were always willing to place on deck for people who for any reason preferred to have their food on deck. An undesirable-looking male person was her companion. There was an empty bottle at his feet and a partially full one on the tray. It was from this Miss Lawrence invited me to have a “tiddly.”
I did not want her drink, but I had something to say to her, and I
