Her old friend Franklin Ide could have told her, perhaps; but here was the last day of the voyage, and
she hadn't yet found courage to ask him. Great as had been the joy of discovering his name on the
passenger-list and seeing his friendly bearded face in the throng against the taffrail at Cherbourg, she
had as yet said nothing to him except, when they had met: "Of course I'm going out to Leila."