“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
that they had not taken greater advantage of their opportunities to make themselves agreeable. Many felt a passing tinge of disappointment that the journey was not a day or so longer. The even keel of the ship and the present solidity of her decks caused a tempo- rary forgetfulness of recent intestinal experiences, and dimmed the virtues of Father Sill’s Celebrated Sea-Sick Remedy in which the barber had done a thriving trade throughout the voyage at two bob six per box.
Ponsonby, bursting with pride over the reproduction of his purple face on the front page of a morning edition, strode up and down the bridge, smoking the remaining shilling cigar. Chauffeurs and valets down on the second-cabin deck renewed their attentions, which had lagged somewhat during the dead waste and middle of the voyage, to the various ladies of their choice and made definite engagements, positive and binding, for the next Saturday afternoon out. Business men with pencil and paper in their hands sat figuring and wondering how long it would be before they could reach their offices; passengers for Boston and Chicago pensively studied railroad folders; and the champagne276
