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of marriage。 When Samuel Marlowe's grandfather had convinced himself； after about a year and a half of respectful aloofness； that the emotion which he felt towards Samuel Marlowe's grandmother…to…be was love； the fashion of the period pelled him to approach the matter in a roundabout way。 First； he spent an evening or two singing sentimental ballads； she acpanying him on the piano and the rest of the family sitting on the side…lines to see that no rough stuff was pulled。 Having noted that she drooped her eyelashes and turned faintly pink when he came to the 〃Theeonly thee！〃 bit； he felt a mild sense of encouragement； strong enough to justify him in taking her sister aside next day and asking if the object of his affections ever happened to mention his name in the course of conversation。 Further pour…parlers having passed with her aunt； two more sisters； and her little brother； he felt that the moment had arrived when he might send her a volume of Shelley； with some of the passages marked in pencil。 A few weeks later； he interviewed her father and obtained his consent to the paying of his addresses。 And finally； after writing her a letter which began 〃Madam！ you will not have been insensible to the fact that for some time past you have inspired in my bosom feelings deeper than those of ordinary friendship。。。。〃 he waylaid her in the rose…garden and brought the thing off。
How different is the behaviour of the modern young man。 His courtship can hardly be called a courtship at all。 His methods are those of Sir W。 S。 Gilbert's Alphonso。
〃Alphonso； who for cool assurance all creation licks； He up and said to Emily who has cheek enough for six： 'Miss Emily； I love you。 Will you marry？ Say the word！' And Emily said： 'Certainly； Alphonso； like a bird！'〃
Sam Marlowe was a warm supporter of the Alphonso method。 He was a bright young man and did not require a year to make up his mind that Wilhelmina Bennett had been set apart by Fate from the beginning of time to be his bride。 He had known it from the moment he saw her on the dock； and all the subsequent strolling； reading； talking； soup…drinking； tea…drinking； and shuffle…board…playing which they had done together had merely solidified his original impression。 He loved this girl with all the force of a fiery naturethe fiery nature of the Marlowes was a byword in Bruton Street； Berkeley Squareand something seemed to whisper that she loved him。 At any rate she wanted somebody like Sir Galahad； and； without wishing to hurl bouquets at himself； he could not see where she could possibly get anyone liker Sir Galahad than himself。 So； wind and weather permitting； Samuel Marlowe intended to propose to Wilhelmina Bennett this very day。
He let down the trick basin which hung beneath the mirror and； collecting his shaving materials； began to lather his face。
〃I am the Bandolero！〃 sang Sam blithely through the soap； 〃I am； I am the Bandolero！ Yes； yes； I am the Bandolero！〃
The untidy heap of bedclothes in the lower berth stirred restlessly。
〃Oh； God！〃 said Eustace Hignett thrusting out a tousled head。
Sam regarded his cousin with miseration。 Horrid things had been happening to Eustace during the last few days； and it was quite a pleasant surprise each morning to find that he was still alive。
〃Feeling bad again； old man？〃
〃I was feeling all right；〃 replied Hignett churlishly； 〃until you began the farmyard imitations。 What sort of a day is it？〃
〃Glorious！ The sea。。。。〃
〃Don't talk about the sea！〃
〃Sorry！ The sun is shining brighter than it has ever shone in the history of the race。 Why don't you get up？〃
〃Nothing will induce me to get up。〃
〃Well； go a regular buster and have an egg for breakfast。〃
Eustace Hignett shuddered。
〃Do you think I am an ostrich？〃 He eyed Sam sourly。 〃You seem devilish pleased with yourself this morning！〃
Sam dried the razor carefully and put it away。 He hesitated。 Then the desire to confide in somebody got the better of him。
〃The fact is；〃 he said apologetically； 〃I'm in love！〃
〃In love！〃 Eustace Hignett sat up and bumped his head sharply against the berth above him。 〃Has this been going on long？〃
〃Ever since the voyage started。〃
〃I think you might have told me；〃 said Eustace reproachfully。 〃I told you my troubles。 Why did you not let me know that this awful thing had e upon you？〃
〃Well； as a matter of fact； old man； during these last few days I had a notion that your mind was； so to speak； occupied elsewhere。〃
〃Who is she？〃
〃Oh； a girl I met on board。〃
〃Don't do it！〃 said Eustace Hignett solemnly。 〃As a friend I entreat you not to do it！ Take my advice； as a man who knows women； and don't do it！〃
〃Don't do what？〃
〃Propose to her。 I can tell by the glitter in your eye that you are intending to propose to this girlprobably this morning。 Don't do it。 Women are the devil； whether they marry you or jilt you。 Do you realise that women wear black evening dresses that have to be hooked up in a hurry when you are late for the theatre； and that； out of sheer wanton malignity； the hooks and eyes on those dresses are also made black？ Do you realise。。。？〃
〃Oh； I've thought it all out。〃
〃And take the matter of children。 How would you like to bee the fatherand a mere glance around you will show you that the chances are enormously in favour of such a thing happeningof a boy with spectacles and protruding front teeth who asks questions all the time？ Out of six small boys whom I saw when I came on board； four wore spectacles and had teeth like rabbits。 The other two were equally revolting in different styles。 How would you like to bee the father。。。？〃
〃There is no need to be indelicate；〃 said Sam stiffly。 〃A man must take these chances。〃
〃Give her the miss in baulk；〃 pleaded Hignett。 〃Stay down here for the rest of the voyage。 You can easily dodge her when you get to Southampton。 And； if she sends messages； say you're ill and can't be disturbed。〃
Sam gazed at him； revolted。 More than ever he began to understand how it was that a girl with ideals had broken off her engagement with this man。 He finished dressing； and； after a satisfying breakfast； went on deck。
* * * * *
It was； as he had said； a glorious morning。 The sample which he had had through the porthole had not prepared him for the magic of it。 The ship swam in a vast bowl of the purest blue on an azure carpet flecked with silver。 It was a morning which impelled a man to great deeds； a morning which shouted to him to chuck his chest out and be romantic。 The sight of Billie Bennett； trim and gleaming in a pale green sweater and a white skirt had the effect of causing Marlowe to alter the programme which he had sketched out。 Proposing to this girl was not a thing to be put off till after lunch。 It was a thing to be done now and at once。 The finest efforts of the finest cooks in the world could not put him in better form than he felt at present。
〃Good morning； Miss Bennett。〃
〃Good morning； Mr。 Marlowe。〃
〃Isn't it a perfect day？〃
〃Wonderful！〃
〃It makes all the difference on board ship if the weather is fine。〃
〃Yes； doesn't it？〃
〃Shall we walk round？〃 said Billie。
Sam glanc