Half a dozen officers from the yacht, as many men in civilian flannels, and a small army of servants were being borne in the palanquins.

In the rear seat of the victoria sat Lady Deppingham and one who evidently was the Princess.

Opposite to them sat two older but no less smart-looking women.
Britt and the Enemy moved over to the open space in front of the mosque.
They stood at the edge of and apart from the crowd of curious Moslems, who had moved up in advance of the procession.
"A gala day in Aratat," observed the stubby Mr.Britt.

"We are to have the whole party over night up at the chateau.

Perhaps the advent of strangers may heal the new breach between Mrs.Browne and Lady Deppingham.