fat, and seems to reek of furniture polish and money. I've seen him at
'the Mulberry' at tea, gobbling cakes like a glutton and making such a
noise. Oh, what a contrast to Mr. Shafto, so aristocratic and so
courteous--a man whom it seemed almost a privilege to know!"

And in this strain, Mrs. Milward, reclining in her berth, chattered on,
whilst her companion brushed her heavy, dark hair, and imbibed a strong
feeling of interest and pity for the good-looking hero of her chaperon's
impressive sketch.

Quite unintentionally this voluble lady had enlisted the mutual sympathy
of these young people; she had laid, so to speak, a match; whether a
mutual liking would ignite it or not was uncertain--but the prospect was
favourable.




CHAPTER X

THE LAND OF PROMISE

As the voyage progressed various groups thawed and amalgamated, even
"the Potter's Field" experiencing a temporary resurrection.
Theatricals, bridge tournaments and concerts brought the passengers
into touch with one another, the sole member who held herself augustly
aloof being Lady Puffle. She remained secluded in her cabin, or
occupied an isolated position on deck, appearing at dinner with a brave
show of appetite, diamonds and airs, paralysing her neighbours with a
petrifying stare. Occasionally she accorded a bow or "Good morning" to