'I must take you to an hotel.' 'I am in your hands,' she acquiesced, with a smile which sent the blood racing through his veins.

He perceived now that she was tired and overcome, suffering from a sudden and natural reaction.
At the Hotel Wellington the Prince told the sleepy door-keeper that they had come by the early train from Bruges, and wanted breakfast at once.
It was absurdly early, but a common English sovereign will work wonders in any Belgian hotel, and in a very brief time Nella and the Prince were breakfasting on the verandah of the hotel upon chocolate that had been specially and hastily brewed for them.
'I never tasted such excellent chocolate,' claimed the Prince.
The statement was wildly untrue, for the Hotel Wellington is not celebrated for its chocolate.

Nevertheless Nella replied enthusiastically, 'Nor I.' Then there was a silence, and Nella, feeling possibly that she had been too ecstatic, remarked in a very matter-of-fact tone: 'I must telegraph to Papa instantly.' Thus it was that Theodore Racksole received the telegram which drew him away from Detective Marshall..