he seemed to be
just and kindly minded, and, owing to her age, to combine the wider
judgment of a man with the sympathetic interest of a woman. Sometimes
they sat together in a row and read, and gossiped over what they read,
or struggled up the deck as it rose and fell and buffeted with the
wind; and later they gathered in a corner of the saloon and ate late
suppers of Carlton's devising, or drank tea in the captain's cabin,
which he had thrown open to them. They had started knowing much about
one another, and this and the necessary proximity of the ship hastened
their acquaintance.

The sea grew calmer the third day out, and the sun came forth and
showed the decks as clean as bread-boards. Miss Morris and Carlton
seated themselves on the huge iron riding-bits in the bow, and with
their elbows on the rail looked down at the whirling blue water, and
rejoiced silently in the steady rush of the great vessel, and in the
uncertain warmth of the March sun. Carlton was sitting to leeward of
Miss Morris, with a pipe between his teeth. He was warm, and at peace
with the world. He had found his new acquaintance more than
entertaining. She was even friendly, and treated him as though he were
much her junior, as is the habit of young women lately married or who
are about to be married. Carlton did not resent it; on the contrary,
it made him more at his ease with her, and as she herself chose to
treat him as a youth, he permitted himself to be as foolish as he
pleased.

"I don't know why it is," he complained, peering over the rail, "but
whenever I look over the side to watch the waves a man in a greasy cap
always sticks his head out of a hole below me and scatters a barrelful
of ashes or potato peelings all over the ocean. It spoils the effect
for one. Next time he does it I am going to knock out the ashes of my
pipe on the back of his neck." Miss Morris did not consider this
worthy of comment, and there was a long lazy pause.

"You haven't told us where you go after London," she said; and then,
without waiting for him to reply, she asked, "Is it your professional
or your social side that you are treating to a trip this time?"

"Who told you that?" asked Carlton, smiling.

"Oh, I don't know. Some man. He said you were a Jekyll and Hyde.
Which is Jekyll? You see, I only know your professional side."

"You must try to find out for yourself by deduction," he said, "as you
picked out the other passengers. I am goi