She was wearing a squirrel coat and a toque of the same fur, and she looked more like a splendid wild animal than ever.

Something inside me--not the little pain--but what must have been my heart, throbbed suddenly at her beauty, and the throb was followed by a sudden sense of shock at the realisation of my keen pleasure at the sight of her.

A wistful radiance shone in her face as she came down the gangway.
"Oh, how kind, how good, how splendid of you to meet me!" she cried as our hands clasped.

"I was dreading, dreading, dreading that it might be some one else." "And yet you came straight through," said I, still holding her hand--or, rather, allowing hers to encircle mine in the familiar grip.
"Didn't you command me to do so ?" I could not explain matters to her then and there among the hustle of passengers and the bustle of porters.

Besides, Rogers, who had come down with the hotel omnibus, was at my side touching his hat.
"I have ordered you a room and a private sitting-room with a balcony facing the sea.