She is Hare Sahib's daughter; Ali told me that.

Precious rigmarole of some sort.
The facts!" "She is also the young lady who traveled in the same boat from Hongkong to Singapore." Ramabai paused to see the effect of this information.
Bruce lowered his fork slowly.

The din about him dwindled away into nothing.

He was again leaning over the rail, watching the phosphorescence trail away, a shoulder barely touching his: one of the few women who had ever stirred him after the first glance.

In God's name, why hadn't she said something?
Why hadn't she told him she was Colonel Hare's daughter?
How was he to know?
(For Hare, queerly enough, had never shown his young friend the photographs of his daughters.) Perhaps he had been at fault; he, too, had scarcely stirred from his shell.