“Then come right down.”
“Would ten minutes more make any difference?” asked Ysolt.
“It might ruin us,” replied the Professor.
“We can wait no longer, darling,” said Sir Bleoberis, firmly.
“Then you will have to go without me,” said Ysolt, with a tinge of bitterness. “It is simply impossible for me to come till I get my bundle packed.”
“We will wait, then,” returned Sir Bleoberis, gloomily. Then he said to the Professor: “She had no bundle with her when she was captured.”
The Professor, in silent desperation, banked his fires, threw open the furnace-door, and began to wonder what kind of chance he would have in the event of a boiler explosion. Blowing off steam, under the existing circumstances, was simply out of the question.
After a delay of considerable duration, Ysolt’s voice was heard again:
“Dearest!”
“What, love?” asked Sir Bleoberis.