A peculiar smile came to his face as he followed her to the deck.
Neither spoke for a full minute, she gazing dumbly at the bleak waste before her, he lovingly at her pretty, bewildered face.
"Where are we, Hugh ?" she finally asked, terrified for the moment.
"Where is London ?" "You are not afraid, are you, dearest ?" he whispered, his strong arm stealing about her.

"We are on the bounding main, ticketed for a port thousands of miles away.

London is back there," pointing astern.
She placed her hand in his and looked out over the waters.

Nothing but rain, leaden sky and rolling waves.

What her thoughts were during the silence that followed he learned when she turned to him again, looking imploringly into his eyes.
"Hugh, you will always be good to me ?" "So long as I live, sweetheart," he said, pressing her hand firmly.