“I can hear the waves lapping against the ship, and the water rushing by. Canvas and cordage strain and masts and yards creak. The wind is high⁠—I can hear it in the shrouds, and the bow throws back the foam.” It is evident that the

Czarina Catherine

is still at sea, hastening on her way to Varna. Lord Godalming has just returned. He had four telegrams, one each day since we started, and all to the same effect: that the

Czarina Catherine