PROFESSOR OWEN 
CH. vir. 
on the banks of the Nile, which beats any 
allegory, when the Duke came up and said, 
“ The Prince wants you to dine with them ; there’s 
no dress, so you can ‘clean yourself’ in my cabin.” 
I dipped into a basin with about a pint of soup- 
coloured water in it, and off we were again to the 
bank, requiring hands and feet to climb up, and 
then on to the plank leading to the royal yacht. 
I had on a light summer suit. Sir S. Baker one of 
whitey-brown canvas, and all the party were in 
shooting or yachting costume. The Prince 
talked a good deal about the White Lodge in 
Richmond Park, and the Princess about the 
scenes in Cairo. I asked her if she had read 
Tennyson’s “ Haroun-al-Raschid ” and she said 
she had. Before leaving, I took the opportunity 
of putting in a word for Mi.ss Whateley’s school 
at Cairo for native girls, hoping the school might 
be a germ, growing in time to put an end to the 
cruel superstition which prevents the mothers 
from driving away the flies from the poor babies’ 
eyes, and from ever washing them till they are 
able to wash themselves, of which sad absurdities 
H.R.H. had never heard. The Princess soon 
afterwards said good- night, and retired. Then a 
chat on deck for a short time, a few refreshments, 
and the Prince accompanied us back to the plank. 
I was the last to cross the plank, and was about 
half way over, when out of the darkness one of 
the party rushed back, and, grasping both of my 
