The first jar came with the partaking of the eleven o'clock deck lunch. Katrine's face blanched suddenly as she raised it from the table to confront a steward, bearing the glass of milk and soda, and the bars of chocolate which were her own chosen refreshment. A shake of the head dismissed the man, but the mischief had been done. Impossible now not to recall how, twenty-four hours ago, she had beckoned a gaunt figure to her side, and insisted upon sharing with him her feast, goaded by his suffering air to put forth little womanly wiles, which he should be unable to refuse. Involuntarily she turned her head to glance along the deck. It was incredible that he should not be there! The tears rose slowly in her eyes. "I say, I've made a discovery! This motley grey stuff is a mass of lilies! I've put three pieces together, and there it is as plain as a pikestaff--a lily complete, and others in the background. They'll grow against the wall." "Do you believe in prayers for the dead?" Bedford started, met deep, pleading eyes and realised that for the moment the jig-saw must wait. "I don't believe in the dead! Does that help you at all? Any prayers or thoughts which you have used here, with the intent of helping a fellow creature, can hardly be limited by the one sense of sight. I believe in prayers for the _living_." The distress in Katrine's eyes changed into a soft radiance. "Oh, I am _glad_ you said that, I'm glad!" she cried. "That smooths out everything. I'm so grateful to you. It would be a comfort to me to feel I could go on--" "Helping that poor soul? Of course it would. Send out your sweet thoughts, then they'll reach him right enough, but for pity's sake _don't_ cry! _That_ doesn't help him, and it seriously disturbs another man, on a lower plane. As a pure religious duty now, don't you think you could range these lilies against the wall?" "I'll--try!" Katrine answered between a sob and a laugh. Veritably that puzzle was a godsend this morning, claiming her interest in absurd disproportion. There were periods of fruitless searchings when _ennui_ and impatience hovered at hand, but inevitably at that very moment success intervened, and brought with it a renewal of zest. Half a dozen blocks of substantial sizes were strewn about the table, but so far each remained separate and distinct, and seemed to have no connection with the other. Katrine, eyeing them impatiently, was once more inclined to regret her earlier decision. "I wonder if this is really the best way! We don't seem to get on. The background _has_ to be fitted in some time, and it might be better to get it over. Slow and sure wins the race!" Bedford lifted a jagged fragment in his hand, examined it carefully, and bent over the table as if looking for a place into which it might fit.