Jimmy Foote put in an appearance on deck that morning he found
that the city of Victoria had disappeared, and that the yacht was
making her way through the Ly-ee-Moon Pass out into the open sea once
more.

It was daybreak on the morning of the Thursday following when they
obtained their first glimpse of Japan. Like a pin's head upon the
horizon was a tiny gray dot, which gradually grew larger and larger
until the sacred mountain of Fujiyama, clear-cut against the sky-line,
rose from the waves, as if to welcome them to the Land of the
Chrysanthemum. Making their way up Yeddo Bay, they at length cast
anchor in the harbour of Yokohama. Beautiful as it must appear to any
one, to Browne it seemed like the loveliest and happiest corner of
Fairyland. He could scarcely believe, after the long time they had
been separated, that, in less than half an hour, he would really be
holding Katherine in his arms once more. During breakfast he could
with difficulty contain his impatience, and he felt as if the excellent
appetites which Foote and Maas brought to their meal were personal
insults to himself. At length they rose, and he was at liberty to go.
At the same moment the captain announced that the steam-launch was
alongside.

"Good luck to you, old fellow," said Jimmy, as Browne put on his hat
and prepared to be off. "Though love-making is not much in my line, I
must say I envy you your happiness. I only wish I were going to see a
sweetheart too."

"Madame Bernstein is a widow," remarked Browne, and, ducking his head
to avoid the stump of a cigar which Jimmy threw at him, he ran down the
accommodation-ladder, jumped into the launch, and was soon steaming
ashore.

Reaching the Bund, he inquired in which direction the Club Hotel was
situated, and, having been informed, made his way in that direction.
He had reached the steps, and was about to ascend them to enter the
verandah, when he saw, coming down the passage before him, no less a
person than Katherine herself. For weeks past he had been looking
forward to this interview, wondering where, how, and under what
circumstances it would take place. Again and again he had framed his
first speech to her, and had wondered what she would say to him in
return. Now that he was confronted with her, however, he found his
presence of mind deserting him, and he stood before her, not knowing
what to say. On her side she was not so shy. Directly she realized
who it was, she ran