"Ah, how good this is! It reminds me of our coffee luncheon at Arles!" Errington watched her with a half-smile, but said no more, as the others now came up to claim their share of her company.
"I say!" said Lorimer, lazily throwing himself full length on the deck and looking up at her, "come and see us spear a salmon to-morrow, Miss Gueldmar.

Your father is going to show us how to do it in the proper Norse style." "That is for men," said Thelma loftily.

"Women must know nothing about such things." "By Jove!" and Lorimer looked profoundly astonished.

"Why, Miss Gueldmar, women are going in for everything nowadays! Hunting, shooting, bull-fighting, duelling, horse-whipping, lecturing,--heaven knows what! They stop at nothing--salmon-spearing is a mere trifle in the list of modern feminine accomplishments." Thelma smiled down upon him benignly.

"You will always be the same," she said with a sort of indulgent air.