"That is rather different," he returned. "I do not mean people of the world who happen to be travelling."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Well—to put it briefly, such people as the Tinker family. But to save our nerves, don't let us talk of them; it is enough that we have to see them and hear them. Do you know Algiers, Madame Momoro?"
"Oh, yes; it is where I am going now."
"It is?" he said, delighted.
"Yes. I am going there with the two French ladies who are here upon the boat; they have a winter villa in Algiers. But Algiers is not Algeria, Mr. Ogle. You will see somesing of our great province there, I hope."
"I don't know. I haven't made any definite plans. What is it like?"
She smiled; then with a slow gesture of her slender, long hand she waved his glance toward the length of the horizon line from east to west and back again. "Ask me what this ocean is like and I could answer you because I could say, 'Well, it is all like that, except for changing weathers, from New York until we come to Gibraltar.' But if you ask me what Algeria is like I can't tell you so easily and perhaps I can't
