She paused at the berth. "What a queer little place to sleep in!" she said; and laid her hand, for a moment, on the pillow. Then she poured water into one of the tumblers, placed it on the writing table, took the Parma violets from her breast and from her muff, and arranged them in the tumbler. "Put a little pinch of salt into the water, David, when you come up from dinner, and they will soon revive; and serve, for a few days, to remind you of me! I am never without violets; as you may have noticed." She hung up his coat and hat. "I wish I could unpack for you," she said. "This cosy little room makes me feel quite domesticated. I never felt domesticated, before; and I am doubtful whether the feeling would last many minutes. But how jolly it all is! I believe I should love a voyage on a liner. Don't be surprised if I turn up one day, and call on you in Ugonduma." "You must not do that," said David. "What fun it would be to arrive in the little garden, where the hippopotamuses dance their morning cake walk; pass up the path, between the oleanders; ring the bell--I suppose there is a bell?--and send in my card: _Mrs. David Rivers_! Tableau! Poor David! It would be so impossible to say: 'Not at home' in Ugonduma, especially to _Mrs. David Rivers_! The butler--are there butlers?--would be bound to show me in. It would be more astonishing than the hippopotamus! though less destructive to the oleanders! Oh, why am I so flippant!--David, I must see Martin's mate. I want to talk to him about taking proper care of you. Will he come if I ring this bell?... Oh, all right. But I am perfectly certain that while you are finding out how many children he has, and whether they have all had measles, he will fail to notice your most obvious wants." Diana took off her hat, and laid it on the writing table. Then she came and knelt beside the arm of David's chair. "David," she said, "before I go, will you give me your blessing, as you did on the night when you led me to the feet of the King?" David stood up; but he did not lay his hands on that bowed head. "Let us kneel together," he said, "and together let us ask, that our mistakes--if any--may be overruled; that our sins may be forgiven; that we may remain true to our highest ideals; and that--whether in life or by death--we may glorify our King, and be faithful followers of the Star." * * * * * The gong, following closely on the final words of David's prayer, crashed and clanged through the ship; booming out, to all concerned, the knell of inevitable parting. Diana rose in silence, put on her hat, took a final look round the room; then, together, they passed out, and moved toward the gangway, down which the friends of passengers were already hurrying, calling back, as they went, final words of farewell. Near the gangway Diana paused, and turned to David. "You are sure all the dates and addresses you have given me are right?" she said.