"You are not troubled with mal-de-mer, then?"
"Not a bit of it, and I never was out on the ocean before. It isn't a bit rough; is it?"
"Well, we did roll some during the night, but then the sea is calm. Wait until we get a storm."
"I do hope one comes!"
"Alice DeVere!"
"Well, I mean just a little one, with waves like little hills, instead mountains."
The only members of the film company who did not present themselves at the breakfast table were Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon.
They breakfasted in their staterooms, but it was noticed that the trays came out about as well filled as they went in, from which it might be gathered that they were not altogether free from the toll the sea exacts from most travelers.
"My, how charming you look!" observed Paul to Alice as he joined her on deck, and arranged her steamer chair out of the wind. She had on a new jacket, and a little toque, the brown fur of which matched her eyes, and brought out, in contrast, the damask of her cheeks.
"Thank you," she laughed in retort. "I might say the same of you. That's a good-looking coat."