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knew, were whispering and nodding toward me but that may have been only my imagination. Finally, hurt and furious, I hurried to the elevator and rode to the promenade deck. It was a black, windy night. I found a dark corner and stood beside the rail, thinking. I could not believe he had deliberately been rude. But what could have happened? An unpleasant thought came, "Perhaps this is his not-so-subtle way of indicating that he wants more time to himself." If so, it obviously had to be clarified.

I returned to my stateroom and telephoned Pat's quarters. He answered. Trying to control my feelings and my voice, I said, "If you are tired of our table arrangement just tell me, so I can make other arrangements. It's no fun ---."

"Hey, hold your horses," he shouted. "I'm terribly sorry about tonight and I apologize. I was playing bridge and you know about that damned last