Next day there was an afternoon dance on board Captain Belliot's ship, H.M.S. _Abomination_--facetiously so-called for no particular reason; and Evadne was there with Colonel Colquhoun. She was dressed in white, heavily trimmed with gold, and, being a bride, was an object of special attention and interest. It was the first entertainment of the kind she had appeared at since her arrival, and, not having a scrap of morbid sentiment about her, she was prepared to enjoy it thoroughly, but in her own way, of course, which, as she was new to the place and the people, would naturally be a very quiet observant way. Captain Belliot received her when she came on board, and they shook hands. She was taller than he was, and looking down at him while in the act, noticed the streaks of brown in his black beard, his brick-red skin, tight as a gooseberry's, and his obtrusively blue eyes. "Queen's weather!" he remarked. "Yes," she answered, looking out at the sparkling water. "It's a pretty place," he continued. "Yes," she agreed, glancing toward the shore, but seeing only with the mind's eye. Her pupils dilated, however, as she recalled the way she had come, the narrow picturesque steep streets, almost all stone-steps, well worn; with high irregular houses on either side, yellow, with green wooden verandas jutting out; the wharf on which they had waited a moment for the man-of-war's boat to take them off, and the Maltese ruffians with their brown faces and brightly coloured clothing, lying idly about in the sun, or chattering together at the top of their voices in little groups. They had seemed to look at her, too, with friendly eyes. And she saw the sapphire sea which parted in dazzling white foam from the prow of the boat as they came along, saw the steady sweep of the oars rising and falling rhythmically, the flash of the blades in the sunshine, the well-disciplined faces of the men who looked at her shyly, but with the same look which she took to be friendly; and their smart uniforms. She would liked to have shaken hands with them all. And there was more still in her mind when Captain Belliot asked her if she thought the place "pretty," yet all she found for answer was the one word, "Yes"; and he, being no physiognomist, rashly concluded that was all she had in her. "Do you dance?" he proceeded, making one more effort to induce her to entertain him. "Not in the afternoon," she said. Sir Mosley Menteith tried next. "You come from Morningquest, do you not?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "My people live near Morningquest," she answered. "Ah, then I suppose you know everybody there," he observed, looking hard at her brooch. She reflected a moment, then answered deliberately: "Not by any means, I should think. It is a large neighbourhood." He twisted each side of his little light moustache, and changed the subject, inspecting her figure as he did so. "Do you ride?" he asked. "Yes," she said.