He spent Sunday between his hotel and his club, chiefly in reiterating to himself that Monday began a new week and that something would have to occur on Monday. Something did occur. Carlo Trent lounged into the office early. The man was forever being drawn to the theatre as by an invisible but powerful elastic cord. The papers had a worse attack than ever of Isabel Joy, for she had been convicted of transgression in a Chicago court of law, but a tremendous lawyer from St. Louis had loomed over Chicago and, having examined the documents in the case, was hopeful of getting the conviction quashed. He had discovered that in one and the same document "Isabel" had been spelt "Isobel," and, worse, Illinois had been deprived by a careless clerk of one of its "l’s." He was sure that by proving these grave irregularities in American justice he could win on appeal. Edward Henry glanced up suddenly from the newspaper. He had been inspired. "I say, Trent," he remarked, without any warning or preparation, "you’re not looking at all well. I want a change myself. I’ve a good mind to take you for a sea voyage." "Oh!" grumbled Trent. "I can’t afford sea voyages." "_I_ can!" said Edward Henry. "And I shouldn’t dream of letting it cost you a penny. I’m not a philanthropist. But I know as well as anybody that it will pay us theatrical managers to keep you in health." "You’re not going to take the play off?" Trent demanded suspiciously. "Certainly not!" said Edward Henry. "What sort of a sea voyage?" "Well--what price the Atlantic? Been to New York? ... Neither have I! Let’s go. Just for the trip. It’ll do us good." "You don’t mean it!" murmured the greatest dramatic poet, who had never voyaged farther than the Isle of Wight. His eyeglass swung to and fro. Edward Henry feigned to resent this remark. "Of course I mean it. Do you take me for a blooming gas-bag?" He rose. "Marrier!" Then more loudly: "Marrier!" Mr. Marrier entered. "Do you know anything about the sailings to New York?" "Rather!" said Mr. Marrier, beaming. After all he was a most precious aid. "We may be able to arrange for a production in New York," said Edward Henry to Carlo, mysteriously. Mr. Marrier gazed at one and then at the other, puzzled. CHAPTER X ISABEL I. Throughout the voyage of the _Lithuania_ from Liverpool to New York, Edward Henry, in common with some two thousand other people on board, had the sensation of being hurried. He who in a cab rides late to an important appointment arrives with muscles fatigued by mentally aiding the horse to move the vehicle along. Thus were Edward Henry’s muscles fatigued, and the muscles of many others; but just as much more so as the _Lithuania_ was bigger than a cab.