She knocked at the door of the Purser’s private office and, when it opened, she explained her errand.
Dr. Johnson was sitting in an armchair, a drink in his hand.
“Come in, Miss Hyde,” he said jovially as he rose. “You have not yet had a chance to meet our Purser, but he is longing to make your acquaintance.”
Dorinda looked at the Purser, a weather-beaten man of about fifty, in surprise.
“He is curious about your charge.” Dr. Johnson smiled. “As you can imagine, the whole ship is talking about her.”
“About Lady Lettice?” Dorinda asked.
“Who else? The future bride of Maximus Kirby! He is of considerable importance in Singapore, as you must be well aware.”
“I think I ought to be getting back to the cabin,” Dorinda said uncomfortably, “if you would let me have the medicine you promised
