Excerpt: ...surrounded by fog. It had drifted far out of its course, and collided with a derelict. The captain ordered the band to play, the officers put on their dress uniforms and their white gloves. Another ship, that was drifting, too, signalled in answer to the music, and all were saved." "That was possible-but there can be no signal for me." "Perhaps not, but let's put on our white gloves and order out the band." The unconscious plural struck Rose with deep significance. "Did you- know, Aunt Francesca?" "Yes, dear." "For how long?" "Always, I think." "Did it seem-absurd, in any way?" "Not at all. I was hoping for it, until the wind changed. And," she added, with her face turned away, "Colonel Kent was, too." Some of the colour ebbed slowly back into the white, stricken face. "That makes me feel," Rose breathed, "as if I hadn't been quite so foolish as I've been thinking I was." "Then keep the high heart, dear, for they mustn't suspect." "No," cried Rose sharply, "oh, no! Anything but that!" "It's hard to wear gloves when you don't want to," replied Madame, with seeming irrelevance, "but it's easier when there are others. The Colonel will need them, too-this is going to be hard on him." "Does-he-know?" whispered Rose, fearfully. "No," answered Madame, laughing outright, "indeed he doesn't. Did you ever know of a man discovering anything that wasn't right under his nose?" "And I am safe with-with-" "With everybody but Isabel. She may be foolish, but she's a woman, and even a woman can see around a corner." "Thank you for telling me," said Rose, after a little; "for giving me time. It was like you." "I'm glad I could, but remember, I haven't told you, officially. Let her tell you herself." Rose nodded. "Then I'll come down just as soon as I can." "With white gloves on, dear, and flags flying. Make your old aunt proud of you now, won't you?" "I'll try," she answered, humbly, then quickly closed the door. Meanwhile Colonel Kent, most correctly...