The time came when the young Duke awoke. Now the winds of the sea were playing about him, the sun was certainly not where he had left it, and the angle of his deck-chair was peculiar. The world was very dark. He looked upon the sea and found it odd, and he looked upon the land and did not find it at all. “Ho!” cried the Duke. “Where is the land, the land of France? Ho there, Captain Tupper! What have you done with the fair land of France? I do not see it anywhere. Our French allies will be exceedingly annoyed when they hear we have mislaid them. And do my eyes deceive me, or is that a wave making for us over there?” “It is blowing moderate from the southeast, your Grace.” “Moderate, upon my word! Captain Tupper, moderation sickens me. Ho, I see some land over there!” “We have just left Nice behind, your Grace.” “I sincerely hope, Captain Tupper, that you are not among those who affect to despise Nice. Queen Victoria was very fond of Nice. It may not be Deauville or Coney Island, Captain Tupper, but Nice can still offer attractions of a homely sort.” “But I understood, your Grace, that----” “These are strange words, Captain Tupper! But proceed.” “--that our direction was Naples.” “Naples? Good God, Naples! And look, there’s another wave making straight for us! Hang on, Tupper. I’ll see you are all right. You sailors aren’t what you were in the days when you each had a port in every----” “A wife in every port is the correct form of the libel, your Grace.” “But hang it, I call this, don’t you, a damned rough sea? However, I feel very gay this evening. I have just had an idea. Now, Tupper, let me hear no more of this high-handed talk about turning your back on Nice.” “But, your Grace, we are making for Naples!” “Your obsession for Naples seems to me singularly out of place on a windy evening. I think you might consider me a little, even though I am on my own yacht. I detest, I deplore, Naples. Put back to Nice, Captain Tupper. I am for Paris!” “For Paris, your Grace!” “For Paris, Captain Tupper, with a laugh and a lance and a tara-tara-diddle for to break a pretty heart!” IV