Quite apart from these, however, she experienced a third sensation which made for a nameless inquietude.

She was a woman of the world, well versed in most of its ways, and she fully recognised that that single bound from the bridge-rail of the _St.Louis_ to the other side of the clouds had already carried her and her charge beyond the pale of human law.
The same thought, mingled with other feelings, half of wonder and half of re-awakened tenderness, was just then uppermost in Miss Zaidie's mind.

It was quite obvious that the man who could create and control such a marvellous vehicle as this could, morally as well as physically, lift himself beyond the reach of the conventions which civilised society had instituted for its own protection and government.
He could do with them exactly as he pleased.

They were utterly at his mercy.

He might carry them away to some unexplored spot on one of the continents, or to some unknown island in the midst of the wide Pacific.
He might even transport them into the midst of the awful solitudes which surround the Poles.