Before David could reply, a steward put his head in at the door.
"Well, Martin," said David, "I'm back in my old quarters, you see. I am glad you are still on duty down this passage."
The man saluted, and came in with an air of importance.
"Glad to see you, sir, I'm sure; and looking a deal better than when you came home, sir. But I'm not to have the pleasure of waiting on you this time, Mr. Rivers. The purser gave orders that I was to hand you this, as soon as you arrived."
He handed David a letter, addressed to himself.
David tore it open, glanced at it; then turned to Diana, his face aglow with surprise and pleasure.
"I say!" he exclaimed. "They ask me to accept better accommodation, 'with the compliments of the company.' Well, I've heard of such a thing happening to actors, public singers, and authors; but this is the first time I have known it happen to a missionary! Where is number 74, Martin?"
"On the promenade deck, sir; nicely midship. Allow me to show you."
Martin led the way. David, full of excitement, pleasure, and surprise, followed, with Diana.