I joined her, and we paced the deck, at first scarcely speaking, while the passengers dispersed, some below, some to the smoking-rooms, some upon deck-chairs to doze through the rest of the lazy afternoon.
The world had taken up its orderly course again.

At last, in an unfrequented corner of the deck, I took the packet from my pocket and handed it to her.

"You understand ?" I asked.
"Yes, I understand.

And now, may I beg that for the rest of your natural life"-- here she paused, and bit her lip in vexation that the unlucky phrase had escaped her--"you will speak of this no more ?" "Mrs.Boyd Madras," I said (here she coloured indignantly),--"pardon me for using the name, but it is only this once,--I shall never speak of the matter to you again, nor to any one else, unless there is grave reason." We walked again in silence.

Passing the captain's cabin, we saw a number of gentlemen gathered about the door, while others were inside.