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THE MEETING.
As the door slammed after the departing Admiral, Lord Julian turned to Arabella, and actually smiled.

He felt that he was doing better, and gathered from it an almost childish satisfaction--childish in all the circumstances.

"Decidedly I think I had the last word there," he said, with a toss of his golden ringlets.
Miss Bishop, seated at the cabin-table, looked at him steadily, without returning his smile.

"Does it matter, then, so much, having the last word?
I am thinking of those poor fellows on the Royal Mary.