'It was just as easy and it didn't cost me any more.' 'I see! Thank you very much.' She knew that she could not but keep the volume now, and in her heart she was glad to have it, for Lushington had written to her about it several times since she had been in America.
'Well, I'll leave you now,' said the millionaire, resuming his stony expression.

'I hope I've not kept you too long.' Before Margaret had realised the idiotic conventionality of the last words her companion had disappeared and she was left alone.

He had not gone back in the direction whence they had come, but had taken the deserted windward side of the ship, doubtless with the intention of avoiding the crowd.
Margaret stood still for some time in the lee of the ventilator, holding the novel in her hand and thinking.

She wondered whether Mr.
Van Torp had planned the whole scene, including the sacrifice of the novel.

If he had not, it was certainly strange that he should have had the second copy ready in his pocket.