“Ah!” Rutile dropped his eyes, and began playing with a paper weight. “How long did it last?” he questioned, carefully.
“Couple of days! It caught me right after dinner the first night out. I went really dizzy. Fortunately it was cloudy and there weren’t any people on deck, and my shameful secret became known to few. A girl who happened to be there offered me a chair and I lay in it till I could get to my cabin.”
“Humph! It’s lucky you didn’t go to sleep in that chair—with these papers in your pocket!”
“I did go to sleep. Had quite a—er—nap, I suspect. But the papers weren’t in my pocket. The purser had them in his safe.”
“Oh! I see!” Rutile laughed shortly. “Of course your humiliating experience spoiled any chance for a flirtation with the charming girl who—she was charming, of course.”
“She was, emphatically!”
“What was her name?”
“Miss Elsa Ferreira!”
“What!”
“Miss Elsa Ferreira. Do you know her?”