d received my cue to leave. I bowed myself
away, and went about my duties. As we steamed bravely through the
Straits of Babelmandeb, with Perim on our left, rising lovely through
the milky haze, I came on deck again, and they were still near where I
had left them an hour before. I passed, glancing at them as I did so.
They did not look towards me. His eyes were turned to the shore, and
hers were fixed on him. I saw an expression on her lips that gave
her face new character. She was speaking, as I thought, clearly and
mercilessly. I could not help hearing her words as I passed them.

"You are going to be that--you!" There was a ring of irony in her
tone. I heard nothing more in words, but I saw him turn to her somewhat
sharply, and I caught the deep notes of his voice as he answered her.
When, a moment after, I looked back, she had gone below.

Galt Roscoe had a seat at Captain Ascott's table, and I did not see
anything of him at meal-times, but elsewhere I soon saw him a great
deal. He appeared to seek my company. I was glad of this, for I found
that he was an agreeable man, and had distinct originality of ideas,
besides being possessed of very considerable culture. He also had that
social aplomb so much a characteristic of the naval officer. Yet, man of
the world as he was, he had a strain of asceticism which puzzled me. It
did not make him eccentric, but it was not a thing usual with the naval
man. Again, he wished to be known simply as Mr. Roscoe, not as Captain
Roscoe, which was his rank. He said nothing about having retired, yet
I guessed he had done so. One evening, however, soon after we had left
Aden, we were sitting in my cabin, and the conversation turned upon a
recent novel dealing with the defection of a clergyman of the Church of
England through agnosticism. The keenness with which he threw himself
into the discussion and the knowledge he showed, surprised me. I knew
(as most medical students get to know, until they know better) some
scientific objections to Christianity, and I put them forward. He
clearly and powerfully met them. I said at last, laughingly: "Why, you
ought to take holy orders."

"That is what I am going to do," he said very seriously, "when I get to
England. I am resigning the navy." At that instant there flashed through
my mind Mrs. Falchion's words: "You are going to be that--you!"

Then he explained to me that he had been studying for two years, and
expected to go up for deacon's ord