"We shall be a few days in London, and in Paris only long
enough for some clothes," she replied.

"The trousseau," thought Carlton. "Weeks is what she should
have said."

The three sat together at the captain's table, and as the sea
continued rough, saw little of either the captain or his other
guests, and were thrown much upon the society of each other.
They had innumerable friends and interests in common; and Mrs.
Downs, who had been everywhere, and for long seasons at a
time, proved as alive as her niece, and Carlton conceived a
great liking for her. She 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
whirlin-blue water, and rejoiced silently in the steady rush