two on _this_ voyage, you know."

There was a very earnest note in his voice; she took the cigarette from
between her lips and looked at it meditatively.

"Do throw it overboard immediately," he begged.

"Oh, I couldn't."

"But I entreat!"

Then she began to laugh.

"It isn't the cigarette that I can't manage,--it's the throw!"

He sprang to his feet with one vast and comprehensive untuck.

"A thousand pardons! Give it to me."

She held it out and he took it to the rail. The offshore breeze was
growing into a wind that blew the stars out as fast as they appeared
and caused the bosom of the ocean to appear unduly agitated.

"Let us walk about a bit," he suggested, coming back, and noting a
certain vagueness in her expression; "come, it's the best thing for us
both,--exercise, you know."

She smiled faintly.

"I think so too; if you'll just unswathe me, please."

He extricated her, and they made the tour of the deck three times.

"Do you get off at Plymouth?" he asked, when they finally came to a
standstill beside their own chairs again.

"No, at Cherbourg."

"And then Paris?"

"Naturally."

"And then?"

"Anywhere I want to."

"I'm going to Hamburg and then to Berlin; with me it's a case of
business first and pleasure afterwards."

"Berlin's a nice place," she said thoughtfully; "I've been there twice."

"Wouldn't you enjoy going there again?"

"No." She shook her head. "No, I don't believe that I should. You see I
went to Berlin both times with my husband, and my present state of mind
is such that if I think Berlin will recall my husband to me, I'd rather
remain permanently in Cherbourg."

She stooped and gathered up her rugs preparatory to building a new nest.

"Did you travel much with your husband," he asked, taking the nest
materials from her and sorting them over his arm.

"Yes, I did." She sat down in the chair. "I travelled a great deal with
him; but I intend to travel a great deal more now that I'm without him."

The man was busy with her cloak and pillows and rugs. They were quite a
combination, and the combining was rather a dangerous occupation, the
lateness of the hour considered. He lost his head just a little bit.

"You might some day have another," he suggested in a tone low enough to
be thrilling to the thrillable.

Rosina squared herself smilelessly, and the electric deck-light which
faced her seat showed up her sobriety in unmistakable colors.

"Watch me!" she sai