The sick passenger seemed to answer the description, and yet he might not have been the Doctor for all that.

Tall man--pale--he would be pale anyhow if he were ill--fair beard--yes, it sounded like him.
"I wish Vick were here," said the Duke to himself; "she has so much sense." Immediately the idea of consulting with his sister developed itself in his mind.

"How can I get ashore ?" he asked suddenly.
"I am afraid you will have to wait till we are in," said the friendly officer.

"It will not be more than an hour now." Impelled by some faint hope that the Doctor's name might have been omitted by some accident, the Duke rose and threaded his way among the crowding passengers, as they got their traps together and moved about the great saloons.

He pursued every tall man he saw, till he could catch a glimpse of his face.