One thing more--She had met Foe; for the first time at a
luncheon-party in my rooms at Cambridge, in May Week; a second time,
it may be, at a May Week ball--but that wouldn't count, for she
danced divinely and Foe couldn't compete for nuts. She may have met
him once or twice afterwards, in London. It's not likely.
Anyhow (as she has told me since) she recognised him at once when he
turned up on the _Emania_.
She and her mother were bound out to visit some friends at
Washington, thence to fare South and stay a while with a cousin who
held the old homestead in which her mother retained some sort of
dower share.
Thus she recognised Foe as soon as he appeared on deck.
But he did not appear on deck until the _Emania_ was well out from
Queenstown; having made sure that Farrell didn't bolt there.
The two--need I tell it?--had not taken passage in collusion.
Farrell was escaping, Foe on his trail. But Foe had no idea of any
dramatic surprise on board. Having made sure of his man, he just
took a remnant first-class berth at the last moment, turned in, and
went to sleep.
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