He felt, of course, that, as Mrs.Frank Armour, she should put off these garments, and dress, so far as was possible, in accordance with her new position.

But when he spoke about it to Mackenzie, the elderly maid and companion, he found that Mr.Armour had said that his wife was to arrive in England dressed as she was.

He saw something ulterior in the matter, but it was not his province to interfere.

And so Mrs.Frank Armour was a passenger by the Aphrodite in her buckskin garments.
What she thought of it all is not quite easy to say.

It is possible that at first she only considered that she was the wife of a white man,--a thing to be desired, and that the man she loved was hers for ever--a matter of indefinable joy to her.