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Kemball and her daughter surrendered the grandeurs of the captain's table willingly, even gladly, to minister to us and the meal was a merry one, Mr. Royce seeming in such spirits that I was more than ever determined not to disturb him with the knowledge of Martigny's presence. As the moments passed, my fears seemed more and more uncalled for.
She'll need rest and care. You must bring her to us at Paris, Mr. Lester." I saw the wisdom of her words, and said so. "That's very kind of you," I added. "I am sure Mr. Royce will agree but we have first to find her, Miss Kemball." I was glad for my own sake, too; the parting of to-morrow would not, then, be a final one. I should see her again.
I was standing at the rail beside Miss Kemball, filled with the thought of our imminent good-by, when she turned to me suddenly. "Don't forget Martigny," she cautioned. "Wouldn't you better see him again?" "I thought I'd wait till we landed," I said; "then I can help him off the boat and see him well away from the station. He's too ill to be very lively on his feet.
Kemball and her daughter. Mr. Royce knew a few of them, too, and introduced me to them, but I found their talk somehow flat and savorless. I fancied that my companion looked slightly wearied, too, and at last we stole away to our deck chairs, where we sat for an hour or more looking out across the dancing waves, listening to the splash of the boat as she rose and fell over them.
"I doubt very much whether Mephisto will consent to remain inactive. He doesn't look to be that sort." She clapped her hands, and nodded a laughing recognition to one of the passing promenaders. "You're going to Paris, aren't you, Miss Kemball?" I asked. "To Paris yes. You too? You must be, since you're going to France."
Nor was the then representative of the British government, Colonel Sir Arnold Burrows Kemball, consul-general in Baghdád, insensible of the position which Bahá’u’lláh now occupied.
I hope you will soon be better," and I closed the door behind me with his murmured thanks in my ears. It was not till after dinner that I found opportunity to relate to Miss Kemball the details of my talk with Martigny. She listened quietly until I had finished; then she looked at me smilingly. "Why did you change your mind?" she asked. "The adventure tempted me those are your own words.
One of these, occupying a position on the south bank of the Tigris, was being opposed by a column under General Kemball. On the northern bank General Aylmer's troops engaged two divisions in the neighborhood of the Wadi. On January 14, 1916, the Turkish army began a general retreat and General Aylmer moved his headquarters and transport forward to the mouth of the Wadi.
If Miss Kemball hadn't called to us, the spar would have struck us squarely." Mrs. Kemball closed her eyes with a giddy little gesture, at the vision the words called up, and the officer frowned in chagrin and perplexity. Just then the captain came up, and the two stepped aside for a consultation in voices so low that only an excited word of French was now and then audible.
He has mighty little margin to go on." I turned the talk to other things, and in a few moments he went on along his rounds. But I was not long alone, for I saw Miss Kemball coming toward me, looking a very Diana, wind-blown and rosy-cheeked. "So mal-de-mer has laid its hand on you, too, Mr. Lester!" she cried. "Only a finger," I said. "But a finger is enough.
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