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If you do, friendship can hold out no
longer--we must part!"
"All right!" laughed Errington good-humoredly, watching his friend as he
sauntered out of the saloon; then seeing Duprez and Macfarlane rise from
the table, he added courteously, "Don't hurry away on Lorimer's account,
you two. I'm not in the least sleepy,--I'll sit up with you to any
hour."
"It is droll to go to bed in broad daylight," said Duprez. "But it must
be done. _Cher Philippe_, your eyes are heavy. 'To bed, to bed,' as the
excellent Madame Macbeth says. Ah! _quelle femme!_ What an exciting wife
she was for a man? Come, let us follow our dear Lorimer,--his music was
delicious. Good night or good morning? . . . I know not which it is in
this strange land where the sun shines always! It is confusing!"
They shook hands and separated. Errington, however, unable to compose
his mind to rest, went into his cabin merely to come out of it again and
betake himself to the deck, where he decided to walk up and down till he
felt sleepy.


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