He was also humbly apologetic.
"It is those idiots who are with me," he said.

"All the time they worry." She laughed and drew him down so that she could whisper in his ear.
"I know what it is," she said.

"You have secrets which you are taking to London, and they are afraid of me because I am a Servian.
Tell me, is it not so?
Perhaps, even, they think that I am a spy." Von Behrling hesitated.

She drew him closer towards her.
"Sit down on the deck," she continued, "and lean against the rail.
You are too big to talk to up there.

So! Now you can come underneath my rug.