There, now, you're yourself again, and look all the better for it." By this time I was again in my uniform, and I sat down, and smoked, and looked at Hungerford.

His long gossip had been more or less detached, and I had said nothing.

I understood that he was trying, in his blunt, honest way, to turn my thoughts definitely from Mrs.Falchion to Belle Treherne; and he never seemed to me such a good fellow as at that moment.

I replied at last: "All right, Hungerford; I'll be your deputation, your ambassador, to Miss Treherne.

What time shall we see you on deck ?" "About 11.40--just in time to trip a waltz on the edge of eight bells." "On the edge of Sunday, my boy." "Yes.