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Updated: May 31, 2025
The sea, black and turbulent, still rolled heavily, but with diminishing motion, and its spray made everything damp about them. Turning on the lights, Lady Moreham said briskly, "We must have a blanket, or something, to shut out the storm. Where will I find one?"
Bess at once presented them to her mother and uncle, the latter in turn mentioning the names of the Indian official, Sir Wilbur Lawton, his wife and the traveler, whose famous cognomen may not be written here. Then he glanced half inquiringly at the two ladies, who were evidently strangers to him, when she of the white hair said gracefully, "And let me present to all, my friend, Lady Moreham."
Campbell, who had been very quiet of late, looked sober as she leaned against the bulwark, handsomer than ever in her plain traveling suit of tan, and Carnegie, between Lady Moreham and Faith, felt his heart fail him as he thought of the lonely, busy life before him for the next two years. And then? He turned to the girl with a smile that concealed only partially the quiver of his lips.
In dreamy mood Faith watched the surf, ceaselessly beating itself against that massive wall, only to fall back bruised and broken. It saddened her, and she was not surprised, after the first shock of it, to see that Lady Moreham, standing near by, was gazing also, with tear-filled eyes.
I left my card for you this morning, with my final farewell pencilled upon it, for I expect to leave before dark. Meanwhile, have you seen Lady Moreham?" "No, not since we landed. She is one who has seemed to drop out of sight most unaccountably." "I did not suppose you had, for she and Mrs. Poinsett left very hurriedly last night." "Indeed! For where?" "Delhi, at first.
Before they had left the Canal, however, Lady Moreham, with Faith's forgotten envelope in her pocket, sought Captain Hosmer on one of those breathless evenings when he fretted from inaction, and asked abruptly, "Captain, do you remember Clara?" "Your sister? Certainly. She was a little girl when we were young folks together." "Yes, but only four years younger, after all, and the dearest child!
Campbell sang it on her knees, with streaming eyes and hair, the captain and his daughters sang it locked in each other's arms, and the Traveler, seeing Lady Moreham left momently alone, clasped her hand in brotherly fashion, and joined his fine bass to her uncultivated treble, never thinking of discords.
A short way off sat Faith, smiling over her letter, and to her went Lady Moreham, a soft expression upon her face that made it lovely. "My dear," she said, as the girl looked up brightly, "is this yours?" Faith glanced at the envelope, which the speaker did not offer to relinquish. "Why, yes. Did I drop it? Oh, it blew away. Thank you for returning it."
The twins, meanwhile, made their observations with the promptitude of youth. They liked Mrs. Vanderhoff, whose manner was quiet and sensible, in accord with her dress and appearance, and they also fancied Mrs. Poinsett, but the one called Lady Moreham they decided was disagreeable, and too proud of her rank to be sociable.
Lawrence, and at the same instant a voice proposed, "Mrs. Campbell for one!" But this suggestion was drowned in a shout of applause. "Yes, yes, let it be the twins the captain's daughters!" and so it was decided. Blushing and beautiful, the girls stood up opposite each other, and began calling up their teams. "Mrs. Vanderhoff," cried Hope. "Lady Moreham," said Faith. "Mrs. Poinsett." "Mrs.
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