I think, Captain, that she has been seeing you, too, during these three years, but probably only in her dreams--memories of your encounters with her subconscious self floating over continents and oceans in a quest of which her waking intelligence is innocently unaware." The Captain colored like a schoolboy, lingering at the door, hat in hand.

Then he straightened up to the full height of his slim but powerful figure.
"At three ?" he inquired bluntly.
"At three o'clock in your room, Hotel Vice-Regent.

Good morning, Captain." "Good morning," said Harren dreamily, and walked away, head bent, gray eyes lost in retrospection, and on his lean, bronzed, attractive face an afterglow of color wholly becoming..