After all we are very human. The dressing bugle brought me back to the present, and I remembered that I was hungry. I descended into my state-room, and found all my things neatly laid out, and Guest sitting on the opposite bunk regarded them critically.
"You shouldn't have bothered about my clothes, Guest," I protested.
"Nonsense," he answered curtly. "I can't play the part without a few rehearsals. What about Miss Van Hoyt?"
"She is on board," I answered.
"You have spoken to her?"
"Yes!"
"Did she offer any explanations as to her presence?"
"She appeared to be surprised to see me," I answered. "She said that she was going home."
Guest nodded thoughtfully.
"Her stepmother is an American," he remarked. "I don't suppose you knew that?"