I was visiting the grave of a young French officer." "I know," she said--"Justine Caron's brother.

She has told me; but she did not tell me your name." "She has told you ?" he said.
"Yes.

She is--my companion." I saw that she did not use the word that first came to her.
"How strangely things occur! And yet," he added musingly, "I suppose, after all, coincidence is not so strange in these days of much travel, particularly with people whose lives are connected--more or less." "Whose lives are connected--more or less," she repeated after him, in a steely tone.
It seemed to me that I had received my cue to leave.

I bowed myself away, and went about my duties.

As we steamed bravely through the Straits of Babelmandeb, with Perim on our left, rising lovely through the milky haze, I came on deck again, and they were still near where I had left them an hour before.