Mr.Frothingham sails with us, and his daughter Antoinette, who will be a great comfort to me.

The prince doesn't know about her yet," she added naively, "but he must take her." St.George nodded approvingly.

Unless all signs failed, he reflected, Yaque had some surprises in store at the hands of the daughter of its sovereign.
"Where does the prince appoint ?" he asked.
He listened in entire disapproval while she told him of the place below quarantine where they were to board the submarine.

The prince, it appeared, had sent his servant early that morning to assure them that all was in readiness, a bit of oriental courtesy which made no impression upon St.George, though it explained the prompt withdrawal from 19 McDougle Street.

When she had finished, St.
George rose and stood before the fire, looking down at her from a world of uncertainty.
"I don't like it, Miss Holland," he declared, and hesitated, divided between the desire to tell her that he was going too, and the fear lest Mrs.Hastings should arrive from the chemist's.
Olivia made a gesture of throwing it all from her.
"Have a muffin--do," she begged.