On the first terrace there were several people in long chairs looking lazy; women with picture papers, men smoking, old buffers talking about politics and Arabs. Charmian glanced at them and instinctively went on, descending toward a quieter part of the prettily and cleverly arranged garden. The weather was beautiful, warm, but not sultry. Already she was conscious of a feeling of greater ease.
"Shall we sit here?" she said, pointing to two chairs under some palm trees by a little table.
"Yes. Why not?" returned Susan Fleet.
They sat down.
"Do you feel better?" asked Susan.
"I shall."
"It must be dreadful being ill at sea. I never am."
"And you have travelled a great deal, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have. I often go with Adelaide. Once we went to India."
"Was it there you became a Theosophist?"