Torpedo-boat No.

91, going twenty-two knots, carried our party to the Morocco shore and back.

The day was perfect--too fine, in fact, for comfort on shore, and so no one landed at Morocco.No.91 trembled like an aspen-leaf as she raced through the sea at top speed.

Sublieutenant Boucher, apparently a mere lad, was in command, and handled his ship with the skill of an older sailor.

On the following day I lunched with General Carrington, the governor, at Line Wall House, which was once the Franciscan convent.
In this interesting edifice are preserved relics of the fourteen sieges which Gibraltar has seen.