So, the Turk being thus disposed of, Denny and Hogvardt went back to the yacht, while Phroso, Watkins and I, took up our abode on the ship, and when Captain Beverley had heard the whole story of our adventures in Neopalia he was so overcome by Phroso’s gallant conduct that he walked up and down his own deck with her all the evening, while I, making friends with the mammon of unrighteousness, pretended to look very pleased and recited my dealings with Mouraki to an attentive group of officers. And clothes were produced from somewhere for Phroso--our navy is ready for everything--and thus, in the fulness of time, we came to Malta. Here the captain had a wife, and she was as delighted as, I take leave to say, all good women ought to be at the happy ending of our story. And at Malta we waited; but nothing happened. No claim was made for Phroso’s extradition; and I may as well state here that no claim ever has been made. But when we came to London, on board a P. and O. steamer, in charge of a benevolent but strict chaperon, I lost no time in calling on the Turkish Ambassador. I desired to put matters on a satisfactory footing at once. He received me with much courtesy, but expressed the opinion that Phroso and I alike had forfeited any claim which she or I, or either, or both of us, might have possessed to the Island of Neopalia. I was very much annoyed at this attitude; I rose and stood with my back to the fire. ‘It is the death of Mouraki Pasha that has so incensed your Government?’ I ventured to ask. ‘He was a very distinguished man,’ observed the Ambassador. ‘Practically banished to a very undistinguished office--for his position,’ I remarked. ‘One would not call it banishment,’ murmured his Excellency. ‘One would,’ I acquiesced, smiling, ‘of course, be particularly careful not to call it banishment.’ Something like a smile greeted this speech, but the Ambassador shrugged his shoulders. ‘Consider,’ said he, ‘the scenes of disorder and bloodshed!’ ‘When I consider,’ I rejoined, ‘the scenes of disorder and bloodshed which passed before my eyes, when I consider the anarchy, the murder, the terrible dangers to which I, who went to Neopalia under the sanction and protection of your flag, was exposed, I perceive that the whole affair is nothing less than a European scandal.’ The Ambassador shifted in his armchair. ‘I shall, of course,’ said I, ‘prefer a claim to compensation.’ ‘To compensation?’ ‘Certainly. My island has been taken from me, and I have lost my money. Moreover your Governor tried to kill me.’ ‘So did your wife,’ remarked the Pasha. ‘At least the lady who, as I understand, is to be your wife.’ ‘I can forgive my wife. I do not propose to forgive your Government.’ The Ambassador stroked his beard. ‘If official representations were made through the proper quarters--’ he began. ‘Oh, come,’ I interrupted, ‘I want to spend my honeymoon there; and I’m going to be married in a fortnight.’