“No – thank you,” Vina said firmly.
She would have closed the door of her cabin, but he put his foot inside.
“Come on,” he insisted, “be friendly. I want to talk to you and I’ve a great deal to say.”
“Will you please go away?” Vina said. “You have no right to come to my – cabin as you – well know.”
“Now you’re being unkind,” he said accusingly. “There’s no one on board as pretty as you are and if I help you to the Saloon, which is empty, I’ll see that you don’t fall down.”
He put out his hand towards her as he spoke and Vina gave a little cry.
Then, as he came farther into the cabin, she pressed the bell for the Stewardess.
As she did so, the Liner rolled so heavily that she fell onto the bed, then she realised that Mr. Rawlinson was sitting beside her.
“Go – away!” she said angril
