of an hour, and tell my husband what is the matter."
"I will go, ma'am," he answered; "but I am afraid the captain can't wait. It is his duty to go on."
"Go!" I shouted; and he went.
In two minutes down came the negro again.
"Captain says it's impossible; in fact the ship's moving now."
Well, as we were tied to time and many other things, and could not afford to miss our landing, I threw on a shawl and a petticoat, as one might in a shipwreck, and rushed out with my hair down, crying to the steward: "Bundle all my things into the boat as well as you can; and if anything is left, take it back to the hotel at Bombay."
I hurried on deck, and to my surprise found that the steamer was not moving at all. Richard and the captain were quietly chatting together, and when they saw me all excited and dishevelled they asked me the cause of my undress and agitation. When I told them, the captain said:
"I never sent any message of the kind. I told you last night I should steam on at seven, and it is now only five."
I was intensely angry at the idea of a negro servant playing such a practical joke. I was paying £10 for a thirty-six hours' passage; and as I always treated everybody courteously, it was quite uncalled for and unprovoked. I thought it exceedingly impertinent, and told the captain so. Nevertheless he did not trouble to inquire into the matter. The Bishop of Ascalon,
