Louise rose and shook out her furs.
"My friend," she said, turning to Von Behrling, "if your friends can spare you so long, will you fetch one of my maids?
You will find them both in my cabin, number three.

I wish to walk for a few moments before we arrive." Von Behrling turned away like a man in a dream.

Mademoiselle Idiale followed him slowly, and behind her came Von Behrling's companions.
The details of the great singer's journey had been most carefully planned by an excited manager who had received the telegram announcing her journey to London.

There was an engaged carriage at Dover, into which she was duly escorted by a representative of the Opera Syndicate, who had been sent down from London to receive her.
Von Behrling seemed to be missing.

She had seen nothing of him since he had descended to summon her maids.