His Hour

But what an annoying contretemps! And she had thought she should never

see him again!--and here until Wednesday afternoon, she would be

constantly reminded of the most disgraceful incident in her career. All

brought upon herself, too, by her own action in having lapsed from the

rigid rules in which Aunt Clara had brought her up.

If she had not answered him at the Sphinx--he could not have--but she

refused to dwell upon the shame of this recollection.

She had quite half an hour to grow calm before the cause of her unrest

came even into sight, and when he did, it was to walk past in the

company of their old friend, Stephen Strong.

The Prince raised his cap gravely, and Tamara comforted herself by

noticing again how badly his clothes fitted him! How unsuitable, and

even ridiculous, they were to English eyes--That gave her pleasure!

Also she must have a little fun with Millicent.

"Has it struck you, Millie, the Prince is the same young man we saw in

the pyjamas on the veranda? I am surprised at your speaking to such a

person, even if he has been introduced!"

Mrs. Hardcastle raised an aggrieved head.

"Really, Tamara," she said, "I had altogether forgotten that unpleasant

incident. I wish you had not reminded me of it. He is a most

respectful, modest, unassuming young man. I am sure he would be

dreadfully uncomfortable if he were aware we had seen him so."

"I think he looked better like that than he does now," Tamara rejoined,

spitefully. "Did you ever see such clothes?"

Mrs. Hardcastle whisked right round in her chair and stared at her

friend. She was shocked, in the first place, that Tamara should speak

so lightly of a breach of decorum; and, secondly, she was astonished at

another aspect of the case.

"I thought you never saw him at all that morning!" she exclaimed.

Tamara was nettled.

"Your description was so vivid; besides, I looked back!"

"You looked back! Tamara! after I had told you he wasn't dressed! My

dear, how could you?"

"Well, I did.--Hush! he is coming toward us," and Tamara hurriedly

opened a book and looked down.

"At last Mrs. Loraine has arrived on deck," she heard Millicent say;

and then, for convention's sake she was obliged to glance up and bow

coldly.

The young man did not seem the least impressed; he sat down and pulled

his rug round his knees and gazed out at the sea. The sun had set, and

the moon would soon rise in all her full glory.