games to watch.
Despite the bleak day there were several people out playing shuffleboard or simply taking a turn about the ship. Rowland noticed Annie Besant walking, arm in arm, with Jiddu Krishnamurti. Hubert
walked with them.
Some time later they noticed voices rising above the background of passengers at play.
Rowland caught the tennis ball in his hand and turned towards the sounds of argument. Hubert stood near the rail, facing Bishop Hanrahan. The wind carried most of their words away, but they were
clearly heated. Hanrahan was shouting something about blasphemy; Hubert was returning with derision. Jiddu Krishnamurti appeared to be trying to soothe the situation whilst Annie looked amused, if
anything.
Suddenly Hubert poked the bishop in the chest. Hanrahan reacted explosively, punching the young man in the jaw. Hubert reeled, falling back heavily against Annie who was leaning against the
rail. The passengers on deck seemed to react as one, arms outstretched, as the old woman was pushed hard against the balustrade and for a moment, seemed about to plunge over. Jiddu
Krishnamurti’s hand flew out. He caught Annie about the waist and dragged her away from the railing. A collective sigh of relief. And then spontaneous applause. Crewmen appeared to ensure
that no one had been hurt, and to reassure the shocked passengers.
“Maybe he can walk on water,” Clyde said quietly as the crowd burst once again into applause for Krishnamurti, the hero of the moment.
For his part, Bishop Hanrahan was anything but contrite. He finished with a few further words to Hubert and stalked off the deck, with his deacons in tow.
“That was too close,” Edna said, frowning.
“His Grace can pack a punch,” Clyde muttered. “Hubert’s no lightweight and he sent him flying a fair way.”
“No wonder the Holy Father’s scared,” Milton agreed.
6
RMS AQUITANIA
MENU
Oysters – Marennes
Grape Fruit Cocktails
Epicurean Ham
Anchovy Salad
Radishes
Salted Almonds
Olives
Œufs Mayonnaise
Celeri
Canape Suedoise
__________
Pot au Feu
Potage St. Hubert
__________
Supreme de Britt – Sauce Normande
Fried Fillets of Whiting – Ravigote
__________
Mousse a l’Ecarlate
Cotelettes d’ Agneau – Reforme
__________
Prime Sirloins and Ribs of Beef – Horseradish Sauce
Haunch of Venison – Oporto
Roast Turkey – Cranberry Sauce
Baked York Ham – Nouilles
__________
Brussels Sprouts
Rice
Fried Egg Plant
Boiled, Roast, Puree, and Rissole Potatoes
__________
Sorbet a l’Orange
__________
Roast Pheasant – Saragota Potatoes
Salade de Saison
__________
Plum Pudding – Anglaise
Bavarois Suchard
Friandises
Glace Vanille
Coupes Tutti Frutti
Dessert
Cafe
H igh tea was being served in the Garden Lounge on the Aquitania . There was no actual garden to speak of. The lounge was not unlike a
conservatory. Large picture windows allowed passengers to take in the vista of the ocean whilst sitting at wicker settings with their teapots and cucumber sandwiches. A string quartet provided a
refined musical background. Isobel Hanrahan sat at a table towards the back, looking furtively about her from time to time.
“You weren’t lying, Clyde,” Rowland murmured as he looked appreciatively at the classic Irish beauty. The bishop’s niece had long dark hair and large, heavily lashed
eyes. Her figure was very slim, girlish, but there was something seductive about her nonetheless.
Isobel stood as they approached. She looked alarmed by the arrival of so many.
Edna grabbed her hand warmly. “Hello, Isobel. I brought some friends—I hope you don’t mind.” She introduced her gentlemen.
Isobel appeared a little flustered, but she took the seat that Milton pulled out for her. A waiter arrived with a trolley of cakes and petite sandwiches from which Clyde and Edna chose a
generous selection with all the excitement of children. Silver teapots were placed at the table’s centre and fine china, which bore the crest of the Aquitania ,
Despite the bleak day there were several people out playing shuffleboard or simply taking a turn about the ship. Rowland noticed Annie Besant walking, arm in arm, with Jiddu Krishnamurti. Hubert
walked with them.
Some time later they noticed voices rising above the background of passengers at play.
Rowland caught the tennis ball in his hand and turned towards the sounds of argument. Hubert stood near the rail, facing Bishop Hanrahan. The wind carried most of their words away, but they were
clearly heated. Hanrahan was shouting something about blasphemy; Hubert was returning with derision. Jiddu Krishnamurti appeared to be trying to soothe the situation whilst Annie looked amused, if
anything.
Suddenly Hubert poked the bishop in the chest. Hanrahan reacted explosively, punching the young man in the jaw. Hubert reeled, falling back heavily against Annie who was leaning against the
rail. The passengers on deck seemed to react as one, arms outstretched, as the old woman was pushed hard against the balustrade and for a moment, seemed about to plunge over. Jiddu
Krishnamurti’s hand flew out. He caught Annie about the waist and dragged her away from the railing. A collective sigh of relief. And then spontaneous applause. Crewmen appeared to ensure
that no one had been hurt, and to reassure the shocked passengers.
“Maybe he can walk on water,” Clyde said quietly as the crowd burst once again into applause for Krishnamurti, the hero of the moment.
For his part, Bishop Hanrahan was anything but contrite. He finished with a few further words to Hubert and stalked off the deck, with his deacons in tow.
“That was too close,” Edna said, frowning.
“His Grace can pack a punch,” Clyde muttered. “Hubert’s no lightweight and he sent him flying a fair way.”
“No wonder the Holy Father’s scared,” Milton agreed.
6
RMS AQUITANIA
MENU
Oysters – Marennes
Grape Fruit Cocktails
Epicurean Ham
Anchovy Salad
Radishes
Salted Almonds
Olives
Œufs Mayonnaise
Celeri
Canape Suedoise
__________
Pot au Feu
Potage St. Hubert
__________
Supreme de Britt – Sauce Normande
Fried Fillets of Whiting – Ravigote
__________
Mousse a l’Ecarlate
Cotelettes d’ Agneau – Reforme
__________
Prime Sirloins and Ribs of Beef – Horseradish Sauce
Haunch of Venison – Oporto
Roast Turkey – Cranberry Sauce
Baked York Ham – Nouilles
__________
Brussels Sprouts
Rice
Fried Egg Plant
Boiled, Roast, Puree, and Rissole Potatoes
__________
Sorbet a l’Orange
__________
Roast Pheasant – Saragota Potatoes
Salade de Saison
__________
Plum Pudding – Anglaise
Bavarois Suchard
Friandises
Glace Vanille
Coupes Tutti Frutti
Dessert
Cafe
H igh tea was being served in the Garden Lounge on the Aquitania . There was no actual garden to speak of. The lounge was not unlike a
conservatory. Large picture windows allowed passengers to take in the vista of the ocean whilst sitting at wicker settings with their teapots and cucumber sandwiches. A string quartet provided a
refined musical background. Isobel Hanrahan sat at a table towards the back, looking furtively about her from time to time.
“You weren’t lying, Clyde,” Rowland murmured as he looked appreciatively at the classic Irish beauty. The bishop’s niece had long dark hair and large, heavily lashed
eyes. Her figure was very slim, girlish, but there was something seductive about her nonetheless.
Isobel stood as they approached. She looked alarmed by the arrival of so many.
Edna grabbed her hand warmly. “Hello, Isobel. I brought some friends—I hope you don’t mind.” She introduced her gentlemen.
Isobel appeared a little flustered, but she took the seat that Milton pulled out for her. A waiter arrived with a trolley of cakes and petite sandwiches from which Clyde and Edna chose a
generous selection with all the excitement of children. Silver teapots were placed at the table’s centre and fine china, which bore the crest of the Aquitania ,
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