"Oh!" gasped Mrs. Denyse, and there was murder in her tones. "He looked to me like young Sperry." Mrs. Denyse glowed ocular fire. "And, according to the list, Stateroom 144 D is occupied by Mrs. Charlton Denyse." Mrs. Denyse growled an ominous, subterranean growl. "Now, my dear madam, in view of this fact, which I perceive you do not deny" (here the lady gave evidence of having a frenzied protest stuck in her throat like a bone), "I would suggest that you cease chaperoning me and attend to the proprieties in your own case. Hi, Dr. Alderson!" he called to that unsuspecting savant who was passing, "will you look after Mrs. Denyse for a bit? I fear she's ill." And he made his escape. What Mrs. Denyse said to Dr. Alderson when she regained the power of coherent speech, is beside the purposes of this chronicle. Suffice it to state that he left in some alarm, believing the unfortunate woman to have lost her mind. The Tyro sought out his deck-chair and relapsed into immitigable boredom. He was not the only person aboard to be dissatisfied with the way affairs were developing. As an amateur Cupid, Judge Enderby had been fancying himself quite decidedly. Noting, however, that there had been absolutely no communication between his two young clients that day, he began to distrust his diplomacy, and he set about the old, familiar problem of administering impetus to inertia. Sad though I am to say it of so eminent a member of the bar, his method perilously approached betrayal of a client's confidence. It was after his evening set-to at bridge, when, coming on deck for a good-night sniff of air, he encountered the Tyro who was lugubriously contemplating the moon. "Hah!" he greeted. "How's the dumb palsy?" "Worse," was the morose reply. "Haven't seen your pretty little acquaintance about to-day. Have you?" "No." "Don't swear at me, young man," reproved the lawyer, mildly. "I didn't swear at you, sir," said the startled Tyro. "Not in words, but in tone. Not that I blame you for being put out. At your age, to miss the sun from out of the heavens--and Miss Wayne is certainly a fascinating and dangerous young person. Considering that she is barely twenty-one, it is quite remarkable." "Remarkable?" repeated the Tyro vaguely. "Considering that she is barely twenty-one, I said." The Tyro rubbed his head. Was loneliness befuddling his brain? "I'm afraid I'm stupid," he apologized. "I'm afraid your fears are well based." "But--_what's_ remarkable?" "It's remarkable that you should be deaf as well as dumb," retorted the other, testily. "To resume: considering that she is barely twenty-one--not nearly, but _barely_ twenty-one, you'll note--" "You needn't go any further," cried the youth, suddenly enlightened. "Twenty-one is legal age on the high seas?" "It is." "Then she's her own mistress and the captain has no more authority over her than over me?"