I was going back towards the bows, when suddenly I found myself face to face with the young man I had seen on Prince’s Landing-Stage. He stopped on seeing me, and held out his hand, which I warmly shook.
“You, Fabian!” I cried. “You here?”
“Even so, my dear friend.”
“I was not mistaken, then; it was really you I saw on the quay a day or two since.”
“It is most likely,” replied Fabian, “but I did not see you.”
“And you are going to America?”
“Certainly! Do you think I could spend a month’s leave better than in travelling?”
“How fortunate that you thought of making your tour in the ‘Great Eastern’!”
“It was not chance at all, my dear fellow. I read in the newspaper that you were one of the passengers; and as we have not met for some years now, I came on board, in order to make the passage with you.”
“Have you come from India?”