with a swift glance of sad, yet supreme disdain. The other passengers noted this little passage with amusement, and not without a pleased consciousness that for once in her life Lady May had been put down by the silent reproof of a shabby young person in moulting feathers and imitation fur.
Lady May, who was a good-natured person in the main, smiled at Arthur Campbell and resumed her conversation in perhaps slightly lowered tones, while the new passenger waved her hand towards the boat, now leaving the ship’s neighbourhood, and went away slowly and sadly to her cabin; and the “Suez” cheerfully made a start towards the Indian Ocean, leaving behind her the white lighthouse and lonely forests of St. Paul’s, more forlorn and solitary than ever as they faded away into the sad grey distance.
