Dan stared at his companion in astonishment.
"Uneasiness?" he repeated. "But why should I have any uneasiness?"
"Not on your own account, of course, but on the young lady's account."
"But I don't see why, even for her, I should be uneasy," said Dan perplexedly.
"My dear sir," and Chevrial dropped his voice and spoke very earnestly, "there are always spies on these big boats—this is a most productive field for them—German spies, French spies, English spies, listening to each word, watching each gesture. Suppose one of them had chanced to hear what I did...."
Dan stared a moment longer, then he burst into a laugh.
"Oh, come, M. Chevrial," he protested. "You don't really believe that!"
"Believe what?"
Chevrial's face grew a little grim.