He made his way back down to his stateroom, which was already filled with his luggage.

He shook out an ulster from a bundle of wraps, and selected a tweed cap.

Already there was a faint touch of the sea in the river breeze, and he was impatient for the immeasurable open spaces, the salt wind, the rise and fall of the great ship.

Then, as he stood on the threshold of his cabin, he heard voices.
"Down in number 110, eh ?" "Yes, sir," he heard his steward's voice reply.

"Mr.Romilly has just gone down.