hotel-dining room here, we are always given ice-water; the waiters have heard that Americans like it.
Tuesday, February 11.—I celebrated my arrival
in Adelaide with a slight illness, and the hotel people
took quite an interest in me. The manager sent his
regards, and wanted to know how I was, and when I
went to the bath-room I usually met the maid, who
spoke to me by name, and hoped I was better. Hotel
servants here always know the names of guests. Adelaide
took very good care of me, assisted by the maid
on our floor. I told them that if they looked after me
as faithfully as Mr. Adams looked after his wife on the
"Sonoma," I should feel satisfied. Mr. Adams was
an honor to his sex; his wife was ill from the time she
left Honolulu until her arrival in Sydney, and during
all that time Mr. Adams was a marvel of devotion;
even the women said he should really take a little rest.
But he would never leave his wife's side except when
the women went down to sit with her; and even then,
he walked about the decks in an obscure place, and
didn't seem to be longing for pleasure or company.
And Mr. Adams was no amateur husband; he told
me he had been married before. There was something
about Mr. Adams which convinced me that, had opportunity
presented, he could have played a stiff game of
cards in the smoking-room, and bluffed his competitors
to a standstill, but with a sick wife on his hands he
was gentleness itself. He didn't propose to be talked
about by the women on board, and I think he was the
