VON BEHRLING IS TEMPTED The night was dark but fine, and the crossing smooth.

Louise, wrapped in furs, abandoned her private cabin directly they had left the harbor, and had a chair placed on the upper deck.

Von Behrling found her there, but not before they were nearly half-way across.
She beckoned him to her side.

Her eyes glowed at him through the darkness.
"You are not looking after me, my friend," she declared.

"By myself I had to find this place." Von Behrling was ruffled.