At each point of call the company's agents would be solicitous for her welfare.

The cable's telegraphic eye would watch her progress as that of some princely maiden sailing in royal caravel.

This fair, slender, well-formed girl--delightfully English in face and figure--with her fresh, clear complexion, limpid blue eyes, and shining brown hair, was a personage of some importance.
Lady Tozer knew these things and sighed complacently.
"Ah, well," she resumed.

"Parents had different views when I was a girl.

But I assume Sir Arthur thinks you should become used to being your own mistress in view of your approaching marriage." "My--approaching--marriage!" cried Iris, now genuinely amazed.
"Yes.