"The deed has been recorded," he went on, "and the sailing-master and crew have signed articles under the new owner. Perhaps you will let me come aboard of her to hear that samisen record," he added whimsically. "There's a phonograph in her outfit."
She smiled, a little tremulously. "You are most kind, Austen," she said. "I—I don't know what to say."
"Then say nothing," he answered cheerfully. He stepped to the door and drew aside the portière. She was agitated, feeling unable to meet the situation in the conventional way. At the threshold she paused and held out her hand.
He bent and kissed it. She half-hesitated, but in the pause there was a laughing voice and a footstep in the hall.
"It's Patsy," she said, and passed quickly out.
As Ware walked back across the foot-bridge, the proprietor of the phonograph called to him.
"I clean forgot to ask the young lady where to send this record," he said. "Do you know her address?"
"It will be more or less uncertain, I fancy," said Ware. "But her yacht is in Yokohama harbor. It is named the Barbara. You might send it there."