They stood together at the right-hand side of the red-carpeted gangway, and shook hands with each guest as he went on board.

The instant the last passenger had stepped on deck the gangway was withdrawn.

The Lord High Admiral, who stood on the bridge, raised his hand, and we swept towards the mouth of the gulf.

Of course, all hats were off, and we cheered frantically.

I can truly say that if King Rupert and Queen Teuta should ever wish to found in the Blue Mountains a colony of diplomatists and journalists, those who were their guests on this great occasion will volunteer to a man.