--not that one, the electric one--and let us order the launch at once.
The mail will be at anchor in about an hour."

Arthur did as he was bid, and within that time they were steaming
through the throng of boats already surrounding the steamer.

"My gracious, Mildred," suddenly exclaimed Agatha, "do you see who
that is there leaning over the bulwarks? oh, he's gone, but so sure as
I am a living woman, it was Lord Minster and Lady Florence
Thingumebob, his sister, you know, the pretty one."

Mildred looked vexed, and glanced involuntarily at Arthur who was
steering the launch. For a moment she hesitated about going on, and
glanced again at Arthur. The look seemed to inspire her, for she said
nothing, and presently he brought the boat deftly alongside the
gangway ladder.

The captain of the ship had already come to the side to meet her,
having recognized her from the bridge; indeed there was scarcely a man
in Donald Currie's service who did not know Mrs. Carr, at any rate, by
sight.

"How do you do, Mrs. Carr; are you coming on to South Africa with us?"

"No, Captain Smithson; I, or rather we, are coming to lunch, and to
see your new boat, and last, but not least, to claim my box."

"Mrs. Carr, will you ever forgive me? I have lost it!"

"Produce my box, Captain Smithson, or I will never speak to you again.
I'll do more. I'll go over to the Union line."

"In which case, I am afraid Donald Currie would never speak to me
again. I must certainly try to find that box," and he whispered an
order to a quartermaster. "Well, it is very kind of you to come and
lunch, and I hope that you and your friends will do so with me. Till
then, good-by, I must be off."

As soon as they got on the quarter-deck, Arthur perceived a tall,
well-preserved man with an eyeglass, whom he seemed to know, bearing
down upon them, followed by a charming-looking girl, about three-and-
twenty years of age, remarkable for her pleasant eyes and the humorous
expression of her mouth.

"How do you do, Mrs. Carr?" said the tall man. "I suppose that you
heard that we were coming; it is very good of you to come and meet
us."

"I had not the slightest idea that you were coming, and I did not come
to meet you, Lord Minster; I came to lunch," answered Mrs. Carr,
rather coldly.

"Nasty one for James that, very," murmured Lady Florence; "hope it
will do him good."

"I was determined to come and look you up as soon as I got time, but
the House sat ve