“Well, be careful what you say to mother. She thinks we went to the Museum and came right back. It would hurt her to feel that I had deceived her; and I’m sorry now that I did. Is this your chair?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll come up after dinner for a moment.”
“Good! I have a very interesting story to tell you. It is about your namesake, Miss Geraldine Wells.”
“Save it. Mother is looking for me. I must go. I’ll come up when I can get away. Wait for me.”
“Aye, aye, Madam.”
After dinner Mrs. Wells insisted on going on guard to relieve the steward. Geraldine was, therefore, free to go on deck. Mr. Richard had arranged two chairs with rugs. It was a wonderful dark night.
“We have a little business to settle,” he began.
“Oh, yes.” She remembered that they had gone shares on the trip into Naples.
He produced her purse. She had forgotten all about that. It was a wonder that Mrs. Wells had not asked for it.