About the time the Honorable Percival was congratulating himself on having put her in her proper place, and having kept her there, his confidence received a shock.  Coming on deck one day, he found her again seated in his steamer-chair.  This time she made no pretense of rising, but obligingly made a place for him on the foot-rest.  The invitation was loftily declined.

“I’ve been waiting a coon’s age for you,” she said, with an audacious upward glance.  “I wanted to tell you that I’ve put you on the program for a song at the concert to-morrow night.”

“Quite impossible; I shouldn’t think of such a thing for a moment,” he began; then curiosity got the better of his annoyance.  “But if I may ask, how on earth did you know that I sang?”

Bobby’s eyes danced, and her submerged dimple came to the surface.

“I didn’t,” she said; “but they dared me to ask you, and I wouldn’t take a dare, would you?”

“I am afraid I don’t quite follow you,” said Percival.

“Well, you see,” explained Bobby, “they dared me to ask you, and I didn’t mind, because I was dead sure you sang.  A person ought to be able to do anything with a voice like yours.”

Percival stroked his small mustache meditatively.

“As a matter of fact, you know,” he said in a tone from which the chill had vanished, “I suppose an English voice is rather conspicuous among Americans, isn’t it?”

“Yours is,” said Bobby; “that is, what I’ve heard of it.”

And then she was gone like a flash, leaving the Honorable Percival to cogitate upon the extraordinary manners of American girls, and a certain cleverness they at times displayed.  Lady Hortense Vevay, for instance, had had four uninterrupted weeks in which to discover anything unusual in his voice, and he must confess she had been rather stupid about it.  But why had that impossible young American ruined a pretty compliment by her parting shot?  Did she feel that she had any claim upon him?  Did she expect him to pay her any attention?  Preposterous!

The first break in the lazy routine of the voyage came when the dim outline of the Hawaiian Islands gradually took definite shape in the form of old Diamond Head which loomed strangely out of the water.  Sea-gulls came out to meet the steamer, circling on white wings against the blue, and the air grew soft and fragrant with the odors of flowers and tropical fruits.

As the Saluria slowly swung into the harbor and dropped anchor, the promenade-deck was full of lively, chattering people, all arrayed in white, and all eager for the first glimpse of the strange land.  Dozens of naked native boys were swimming about the steamer, causing general merriment by their dexterity in diving for coins.  One saucy brown imp who had just come up with a silver piece in his mouth, caught sight of the Englishman in the crowd above, and with a shrewdness born of experience called out:  “Hi there, English Johnny!  Me no ’Merican boy; me Johnny Bull boy.  Me no want dime; want shilling!  Here you are!  Aw right!”