He spends eleven months working and one month here." "And she is also," Norgate observed meditatively, "the friend of Herr Selingman.

Tell me, mademoiselle, what do you suppose those two are talking of now?
See how close their heads are together.

I don't think that Herr Selingman is a Don Juan." "They speak, perhaps, of serious matters," his companion surmised, "but who can tell?
Besides, is it for us to waste our few moments wondering?
You will come back to Ostend, monsieur ?" Norgate looked back at the streaming curve of lights flashing across the dark waters.
"One never knows," he answered.
"That is what Monsieur Selingman himself says," she remarked, with a little sigh.

"'Enjoy your Ostend to-day, my little ones,' he said, when he first met us this evening.

'One never knows how long these days will last.' So, monsieur, we must indeed part here ?" They had all come to a standstill at the gangway of the steamer.
Selingman had apparently finished his conversation with his companion.