CHAPTER II.
IT happened that the “Suez” had great good fortune in her homeward trip on this occasion. Day after day passed by in a robe of pale diaphanous turquoise, a cool, milky haze on the horizon the only shadow of cloud. Peacefully the ship climbed up the same blue hill day after day, and night after night, a smooth breeze meeting her as she moved, and giving some life to the lotus-eater’s paradise of the travellers. But there was literally nothing to do, and very little to think of.
The prestige of Lady May’s position rather weighed on the more plebeian sort, and few of these had the energy either to quarrel or to make love under those long, cold grey eyes, and longer, colder nose. Little was seen of the new passenger at first. She seemed to find her own resources sufficient for herself, and spent most
