their movements after disembarking. Everything changes a little, the last two or three days of a voyage; the spell is broken and new combinations take place. Grace Mavis was neither on deck nor at dinner, and I drew Mrs. Peck's attention to the extreme propriety with which she now conducted herself. She had spent the day in meditation and she judged it best to continue to meditate.
'Ah, she's afraid,' said my implacable neighbour.
'Afraid of what?'
'Well, that we'll tell tales when we get there.'
'Whom do you mean by "we"?'
'Well, there are plenty, on a ship like this.'
'Well then, we won't.'
'Maybe we won't have the chance,' said the dreadful little woman.
'Oh, at that moment a universal geniality reigns.'
'Well, she's afraid, all the same.'
'So much the better.'
'Yes, so much the better.'
All the next day, too, the girl remained invisible and Mrs. Nettlepoint told me that she had not been in to see her. She had inquired by the stewardess if she would receive her in her own cabin, and Grace Mavis had replied that it was littered up with things and unfit for visitors: she was packing a trunk over. Jasper made up for his devotion to his mother the day before by now spending a great deal of his time in the smoking-room. I wanted to say to him 'This is much better,' but I thought it wiser to hold my tongue. Indeed I had begun to feel the emotion of prospective arrival (I was delighted to be almost back in my dear old Europe again) and had less to spare for other matters. It will doubtless appear to
