Mrs. Trevelyan avails herself of a “locu penitentiae”
THE Pavonia was already under way the next morning when Lily Trevelyan awoke from a nervous and troubled sleep. The fog had cleared and the air sparkled with the brilliancy of autumn. But her discontent and melancholy had not vanished with the mist. Uneasily she wondered if she had not made a mistake in trusting so much to Micky’s good nature,—wondered if she had not obviously over-played her hand,—had not given herself away. What if he should hand the package back to her as she was leaving the ship? What if he opened it, and should choose to feel that she had taken advantage of him? He might even report the matter to the inspectors. No, he would hardly be as treacherous as that—and yet something might so easily go wrong. But now she was committed. Her name was
