"My name's Seahampton."

Captain Bontnor turned and looked at him.

"Yes, I'm Lord Seahampton."

"Oh!" ejaculated Captain Bontnor, under his breath. His social
facilities did not quite rise to an occasion like this.

"As soon as you've finished," went on his companion rather
hurriedly, "we'll go out and look up these steamer people. Miss
Challoner will be anxious for you to get there as soon as you can."

"Yes, yes!"

The captain laid aside his napkin and began to show signs of getting
flurried again.

"Her name is Eve," he said, in the hurried way which was rather
pathetic. "Now, I wonder what I should call her. Poor young thing!
if she's distressed about her father's death--which is only natural,
I'm sure--it would sound a bit chilly like to call her Miss
Challoner. What do you think, Mr.--eh--er--Lord--sir?"

"Well, I think I should call her Eve--it's a pretty name--and take
her by the hand, and--yes, I think I'd kiss her. Especially if she
was a nice-looking girl," he added for his own personal edification
as he preceded his companion into the hall.