Passengers who had seemed somehow unreal behind their closed doors appeared on deck, and the Mediterranean warmth sent them searching their trunks for cool cottons and rope sandals.After the days of gloom it was like some bright bazaar. For the first time since sailing, the dining-saloon was entirely filled. The missed meals had given the passengers tremendous appetites, and the stewards were kept running.Candace was introduced to Rosemary’s parents, who laughingly hoped they made a better spectacle than the first morning she had seen them, and who proved a friendly, comfortable pair, not at all unbalanced by the sudden whims of Lady Luck and the phenomenal rise in wool.“You have been very good to our little girl,” said Mrs. Tilburn gratefully. “You must let us be your hosts when we reach Aden. Such an interesting place.”“Oh, Mummy, Candace is not going to do any such thing,” put in Rosemary. “You stop with your old fogies and leave us young ones on our own. We’ll find escorts, eh, Candace?”She was so breezy you could take no offence.
