"Second-class!" broke in Kasia, and stopped herself.
"Did you think him a millionaire?" queried Dan, a little bitterly.
"No," answered Kasia, quietly; "I thought him just what he is—an ingenuous young German, not very brilliant, perhaps, but clean and honest. I passed a very pleasant half hour with him."
Dan's face was a little pale, but he looked at her manfully and squared his shoulders.
"I deserved that!" he said. "Thank you, Miss Vard. But it was very lonely, last night!"
Kasia's look softened.
"Yes," she agreed; "it was."
"You felt it, too?" asked Dan, his face lighting up again.
"Certainly I felt it. I haven't dared make any friends among the first-class passengers, and a person can't read all the time! One likes to talk occasionally, no matter with whom."
"Why not slip over to second-class to-night," Dan suggested, "and sit on the bench. The moon is very beautiful."