THE UNWILLING GUEST
hammer of the vessel’s propeller told her that the Sylph was again on her way.
She must have slept again, for the silver of dawn was already modifying the gloom of her cabin when there was a knock upon her door and she rose. The stewardess fully dressed was outside.
“Mr. Rizzio asks me to request you to please dress at once, as breakfast will be served in half an hour.”
She obeyed blindly aware that there was no motion to the deck of her cabin and that the Sylph was now riding on an even keel. She verified her guess at the nearness of their destination by a glance through the port-hole, which showed her that the vessel had reached the quieter waters of a bay or river in which she slipped smoothly onward. There were vessels at anchor, large and small, and beyond them she made out the lines of a shore, upon which at intervals buildings loomed.
Mrs. Madden, the stewardess, would not talk and it was not until she reached the breakfast table that Doris learned where they were.
“We shall reach Bremen shortly,” said Rizzio. “I do not know how you feel about the matter, but I would suggest that it would save you much trouble and anxiety to trust yourself entirely into my hands.”
“I know of nothing else,” she said quietly. “What are you going to do?”
“I shall confer with certain officials when we reach the city, which will be in a few moments. After that we will take the seven o’clock train for Windenberg.”
