Diana rose in silence, put on her hat, took a final look round the room; then, together, they passed out, and moved toward the gangway, down which the friends of passengers were already hurrying, calling back, as they went, final words of farewell.
Near the gangway Diana paused, and turned to David.
"You are sure all the dates and addresses you have given me are right?" she said.
David smiled. "Quite sure. I would not risk losing one of your letters."
"You do care that I should write?"
"I count on it," replied David.
"And you will write to me?"
"Undoubtedly I will."
"Quite soon?"
"I will begin a letter to-morrow, and tell you whether Martin's mate has any children; and, if so, whether they have had the measles."