He had a genuine love for the beautiful craft, and he took an almost boyish delight in showing what she could do.

She was a twelve-hundred-ton, triple-screw, turbine-driven boat, and, thanks to the space-economy of the new system, her builders had been able to stow away fifteen thousand horse-power in her engine-room, and this when fully developed gave a speed in smooth water of thirty-five knots or a little over forty statute miles an hour.
The anchor was up almost as soon as they got on to the bridge, and Oscarovitch moved the pointer of the telegraph to "Ahead slow." The quartermaster in the oval wheel-house behind him moved the little wheel a few spokes to starboard, her mellow whistle tooted, and she glided in an outward curve through the other yachts and shipping, and gained the open water.
"Now," he said, turning to Nitocris, "we can begin to move.

It is roughly thirty English miles to Elsinore.

If you have never done any fast travelling at sea and would like to do some now, I can get you there in about three-quarters of an hour." "What!" exclaimed the Professor, "thirty miles in forty-five minutes by sea! That is over forty miles an hour.

A wonderful speed." "Yes," he replied, almost tenderly; "but my beautiful _Grashna_ is a wonderful craft--at least, I think you will say so when you see what she can do.