ed
gaze upon him with a swift and characteristic movement of the chin.

"I love you," he muttered and touched her arm with his lips in a gesture
of adoration. She looked at him with glowing amber eyes. Sometimes he
almost terrified her with the violence of his passionate abnegation. She
had never seen anything like it before. He became gloomy with love, she
noted; and her quick wit transfused the thought into a presentiment. She
would break the spell of his infatuation with a quick movement and lure
him back to earth with a smile. She laughed now as he touched her.

"Tell me," he said, "you wish to come to England with me?"

"Ah, yes!" she sighed sweetly, nestling against him. "You an' me, in
England."

"Some time next week I'll be ready," he said. "You must get plenty of
food for the boat. And the money. Bring that."

She sat leaning against him, his arms about her, but at these words she
stared past him into the darkness of the room thinking quickly. Next
week!

"I am getting the engineer to make me a silencer, the boat makes so much
noise," he explained.

"I understand," she murmured absently, slipping out of his arms. She
must send into the town, she thought. Amos must go.

"To-morrow," he went on, "I go to the Club in the Austrian Consulate.
Mr. Marsh asked me to go. I may be a little late. You won't mind?"

She turned upon him in the darkness where she was feeling for the lamp,
and gave him a blank stare. He never saw it; and if he had he would
never have been able to understand that at that moment she could have
killed him for his stupidity. He sat in silence wondering a little, and
then the emotion had passed and she gave her delicious throaty chuckle.

"Ah, no, _mein Lieber_. I do not mind."

"Why do you sometimes call me your _Lieber_?" he asked playfully. "Is it
a pet name?"

The lamp was alight and he saw her eyes smouldering as she raised them
from the flame she was adjusting.

"Yes, _Lieber_ means love," she said gravely.

"You are not sorry we did not go to Athens?" he asked, smiling.

"To Athens ..." her face for a moment was blank, so completely had she
forgotten the ruse she had employed in Saloniki. "... ah, I understand.
Athens? No!" She turned the lamp up and began to set the table for
supper.

This was the hour that appealed to him more than anything in their life.
To see her moving about in a loose cotton frock, her bare feet thrust
into Turkish slippers, to follow the line of