In which Mrs. Herbert Trevelyan commits an indiscretion and discovers something while so doing.
THE bugle for inspection at ten o’clock awoke Mrs. Hubert Trevelyan out of a deep sleep during the last two hours of which her French maid had sat motionless by the window, ready to spring forward at the first suggestion that her mistress had regained consciousness The de luxe suite occupied by this distinguished lady was situated on the upper promenade and could be entered directly from outside, so that what it gained in convenience it lost in quiet. Inconsiderate passengers tramped up and down outside late at night and early in the morning, talking loudly—children romped under the windows and threw balls of celluloid and of rubber through the open doorway—and—be it confessed—gentlemen—and others—on pretense of being en route to the smoking-room had been suspected of peek-
