I was simply overwhelmed with the idea of the coming rapture when I should call my Lady my very, very own.

In this sea of happy expectation all lesser things were submerged.

Even sleep, which is an imperative force with me, failed in its usual effectiveness, and I lay still, calm, content.
With the coming of the morning, however, restlessness began.

I did not know what to do, how to restrain myself, where to look for an anodyne.
Happily the latter came in the shape of Rooke, who turned up shortly after breakfast.

He had a satisfactory tale to tell me of the armoured yacht, which had lain off Cattaro on the previous night, and to which he had brought his contingent of crew which had waited for her coming.