““Phyrne leaned on the ship's rail, listening to the sea-gulls announcing that land was near, and waited for the first hint of sunrise. She had put on her lounging robe, of a dramatic oriental pattern of green and gold, an outfit not to be sprung suddenly on invalids or those of nervous tendencies-and she was rather glad that there was no one on deck to be astonished. It was five o'clock in the morning.””
