[CHAPTER XXI]
"ALL ASHORE!"
It had not taken long to see over the liner. Diana had flown about, from dining-saloon to hurricane-deck, in feverish haste to be back in number 74, in order to have a few quiet moments alone with David.
They were back there, now; and ten minutes remained before the sounding of the gong, warning friends to leave the ship.
"Sit in your easy chair, David," commanded Diana; "I shall like to be able to picture you there."
She moved about the room, examining everything; giving little touches here and there.
She paused at the berth. "What a queer little place to sleep in!" she said; and laid her hand, for a moment, on the pillow.
Then she poured water into one of the tumblers, placed it on the writing table, took the Parma violets from her breast and from her muff, and arranged them in the tumbler.