We arrived in Cape Town and boarded the "Carnarvon Castle." It was still Troop Deck, as it had been when carrying troops. Mother was in a cabin for 20 as she was over 60, I was in a cabin or dormitory, I should say, for over 90. Like everyone else I queued with two trays for every meal. One afternoon Mother came to speak to me as I stood in queue for afternoon tea. "Do you see that baldheaded man, three in front of you," Mother inquired?

"Yes," I said.

"That is the Jew I put out of the cabin," said Mother.

"Oh, nonsense," I said. "Go and sit down."

"I am going to speak to him," she said.

"How are you going to speak to him after the way you treated him," I asked?

"I am going to speak to him," she insisted, and went over beside him.

"Were you on the "Gao Bello" in 1940?"

"Yes, what do you know about that?"

"I am the lady that put you out of the cabin."

"Oh! How are you," he said shaking hands warmly?

"How is your wife?" Mother asked.

"She is well. We are not two now. We are four."

Surely that was an extraordinary meeting after 6½ years.