Jenny had better get into a cab and go down with the luggage." When they reached the promenade along the Sound shore Oscarovitch pointed to a beautifully-shaped, three-masted, two-funnelled white yacht lying about five hundred yards out, and said: "That is the _Grashna_, Miss Marmion.

I hope you like the look of her." "She is beautiful!" exclaimed Nitocris, recognising at once the vessel which had met the Russian destroyer on the early morning of the 7th.
"She almost looks as if she could fly." "So she can in a sense," laughed the Prince.

"Come now, here is the gig.
We will get on board, and you shall see her go through her paces." Neither she nor her father were strangers to yachts, but when they mounted the bridge of the _Grashna_ and looked over her from stem to stern, they had to admit that they had never seen anything quite so daintily splendid.

They had chosen their rooms, and Jenny was below unpacking.

Although, of course, he had a captain on board, the Prince often sailed the yacht himself when he had guests on board.