Mrs. Bazzard was heard saying from quite close by, "Which is Gyuardifwee and which is what-you-may-call-’em—Ras Hafoon? I mean, the cape where some of the steamers run ashore in the mist, and then you have to walk through Somaliland and get sunstroke?" Brentham exclaimed under his breath: "_Damn_ that woman!" and audibly, even a little insolently replied: "I’m _blessed_ if I know. You’d better ask the Captain. He’s on the bridge and dying for a gossip, and he’ll probably give you a cup of cocoa." Mrs. Bazzard walked away—or pretended to do so. "Lucy dear. I want to speak to you while that cat has gone out of ear-shot. Calm yourself and listen, because I must speak in a low tone. If you feel you would sooner die than go through with this marriage, you shan’t be forced into it. I will speak to Archdeacon Gravening ... or the Bishop ... and they will know of some nice women of the Anglican Mission who would take you in for a few weeks ... till there is a return steamer.... Then on the plea of ’health’ you can go back to England. I could easily advance the money for the steamer passage ... some day your parents could repay me. But even if they didn’t, it doesn’t matter. I do so want you to be _happy_.... I blame myself awfully for the silly things I’ve said to you ... about religion ... it may have made you dislike mission work...." But Lucy sobbed out "It hadn’t ... that she was a little fool and he mustn’t take any notice ... she’d never, _never_ behave like this again ... after his extraordinary kindness too, which she would always be grateful for. He mustn’t think any more about it or ever refer to it again...." And before he could say anything more, or that cat, Mrs. Bazzard, return, she slipped down to her cabin, where fortunately she was alone and could cry her fill without attracting attention. But as she lay on the bunk, she set her teeth and resolved, come what may, she would _not_ put thousands of miles between her and ... "Roger" ... she mentally uttered the name. Better to live within a few hundred miles of where he was and sometimes see and hear him. Why ... _Why_ ... did he not ask her to marry him? Yes, and ruin his career. What would they all say at Unguja ... and _John_? ... Poor John! what a shock it would be to him. There was the note he had sent to greet her at Aden, to the address of the steamer agent. She had opened it, but not read it through, so infatuated was she with Brentham just then.... The next morning Lucy breakfasted in the Ladies’ Saloon, pleading sea-sickness. Later on, she went to the upper-deck, but armed herself with the Swahili Grammar, a defence against a Brentham who purposely stayed away, talking with the Captain, and none against Mrs. Bazzard, who pestered her with inquiries as to her "headache," expressing the quotation marks in her tone.