Henry Milner Rideout,
The Siamese Cat — Chapter 1
(1907)
“ Whatever hopes Owen might have had for that evening were disappointed; for Miss Holborow stayed in the stuffy saloon and played picquet dutifully with her aunt. Walking seven miles round the deck,—passing from the mystery of vast moonlit space and a witch-fire ocean of phosphorous, astern, into the swaying lantern-light amidships—he could see the two women through one porthole, and through the next, in the little hazy smoking-room, the big countenance of Borkman, presiding radiantly over a circle of yellow glasses. "He has cheek enough," thought Scarlett. ”
