On deck he found Nora pacing to and fro. "You didn't hurry yourself," she said, as he joined her. The lights of Queenstown were twinkling. A warm wind, wet with the moisture of rain- stricken sod, was coming from the land. "Why," said Coleman, "we've got all these duffers very much excited." "Well what do you care? " asked hte girl. "You don't, care do you?" "No, I don't care. Only it's rather absurd to be watched all the time." He said this precisely as if he abhorred being watched in this case. "Oh by the way," he added. Then he paused for a moment. "Aw--a friend of mine--not a bad fellow-- he asked me for an introduction. Of course, I told him I'd ask you." She made a contemptuous gesture. "Oh, another Willie. Tell him no. Tell him to go home to his family. Tell him to run away." "He isn't a bad fellow. He--" said Coleman diffidently, "he would probably be at the theatre every night in a box." "yes, and get drunk and throw a wine bottle on the stage instead of a bouquet. No," she declared positively, "I won't see him." Coleman did not seem to be oppressed by this ultimatum. "Oh, all right. I promised him--that was all." "Besides, are you in a great hurry to get rid of me?" "Rid of you? Nonsense." They walked in the shadow. "How long are you going to be in London, Rufus?" asked Nora softly. "Who? I? Oh, I'm going right off to Greece. First train. There's going to be a war, you know." "A war? Why, who is going to fight? The Greeks and the--the--the what?" "The Turks. I'm going right over there." "Why, that's dreadful, Rufus," said the girl, mournfull and shocked. "You might get hurt or something." Presently she asked: "And aren't you going to be in London any time at all?" "Oh," he answered, puffing out his lips, "I may stop in Londom for three or four days on my way home. I'm not sure of it." "And when will that be?" "Oh, I can't tell. It may be in three or four months, or it may be a year from now. When the war stops." There was a long silence as the walked up and down the swaying deck. "Do you know," said Nora at last, "I like you, Rufus Coleman. I don't know any good reason for it either, unless it is because you are such a brute. Now, when I was asking you if you were to be in London you were perfectly detestable. You know I was anxious." "I--detestable?" cried Coleman, feigning amazement. "Why, what did I say?" "It isn't so much what you said--" began Nora slowlly. Then she suddenly changed her manner. "Oh, well, don't let's talk about it any more. It's too foolish. Only-you are a disagreeable person sometimes."