‘By no means impossible. I have official business.’
‘Oh, well, of course, that’s another thing. Well, I envy you.’
When the landlord had gone about his affairs, the girl said to her companion, speaking in low tones:
‘You are a fool to talk about your intentions in that way. You are simply directing attention to yourself.’
‘Tut! hold your tongue! What does it matter? There is nothing to fear from this thick-headed publican.’
‘But you ought to be more careful—you ought indeed,’ urged the girl tearfully. ‘You are far too reckless. Remember the tremendous risks you are running—we are running—for if you sacrifice yourself you sacrifice me too.’
‘Are you beginning to funk?’ asked the man irritably.
‘No. But there is no reason why the risks should be made greater than they are. We have a great task to accomplish, and every possible caution should be exercised.’
‘Well, now what have I done that is wrong?’ demanded the man angrily.
‘You told the landlord you were going on board the yacht. It was foolish to do that. You drew attention to yourself.’