Then he went up to his apartment and met Rollo--sleek, deferential, the acme of the polite barbarism in which the prince had made St.George feel that he and his world were living.

Ah, he thought, as Rollo took his hat, this was no way to live, with the whole world singing to be discovered anew.
He sat down before the trim little white table with its pretty china and silver and its one rose-shaded candle, but the doubtful content of comfort was suddenly not enough.

The spirit of the road and of the chase was in his veins, and he was aglow with "the taste for pilgriming." He looked about on the simple luxury with which he had surrounded himself, and he welcomed his farewell to it.

And when Rollo had gone up stairs to complain in person of the shad-roe, St.
George spoke aloud: "If Miss Holland sails for Yaque to-morrow on the prince's submarine," he said, "_The Aloha_ and I will follow her.".