As we moved out of the harbour we passed close to the 'Porcupine' and saw its officers grouped on the deck, waving adieus to some one on our deck, whom I guessed, of course, to be Galt Roscoe.
At this time Mrs.Falchion was standing near me.

"For whom is that demonstration ?" she said.
"For one of her officers, who is a passenger by the 'Fulvia'," I replied.

"You remember we passed the 'Porcupine' in the Indian Ocean ?" "Yes, I know that very well," she said, with a shade of meaning.
"But"-- here I thought her voice had a touch of breathlessness--"but who is the officer?
I mean, what is his name ?" "He stands in the group near the door of the captain's cabin, there.

His name is Galt Roscoe, I think." A slight exclamation escaped her.

There was a chilly smile on her lips, and her eyes sought the group until it rested on Galt Roscoe.