Permit me to pass, please." He stood aside.

"Good night, Miss Clinton." He watched her until the door of her cabin swung open,--and he smiled as she stood revealed for an instant in the square of light, for she had obeyed the impulse to glance over her shoulder.
She was angry, hurt, disgusted as she slammed the door behind her.
"Where have you been ?" cried out an accusing voice, and Ruth's gaze fell upon the figure in one of the deck chairs beside the fire.

"I have been waiting for you for--" "How long have you been here ?" cried the girl, stock-still and staring.
"If Mrs.Spofford had not been so entertaining, I should say for hours and hours," said Madame Obosky.
"As a matter of fact," said Mrs.Spofford from her side of the fireplace, "it hasn't been more than an hour.

Madame Obosky came soon after you went out, dear." "But--but I saw you just now coming out of your cabin," cried Ruth blankly.

She had a queer sensation as of the floor giving way beneath her.
"You saw--Oh, now I understand!" cried the Russian, with a laugh.