Mr. Dolly Dewsnap was about this time, as his subordinate Kingbolt said, 'three sheets in the wind,' even before going to a late dinner at Hotel de Russie in the Jungfernsteig, and he was propping himself against the cabin table while sipping his sherry, and regarding Ellinor with a leering expression of admiration.
'Won't you have a cigarette, Miss Ellinor?' said he, suddenly producing his cigar-case.
'Scotch girls, and English ones too, don't smoke,' said Sleath, angrily.
'Why not?' responded Dewsnap, sharply; 'by Jingo, I knew a Russian Princess—the Princess Wroguenoff—who always smoked Turkish tobacco in a Manzanita pipe; and a charming woman she was.'
'So you don't know her now, Dolly?'
'How do you know?' asked the other, who was disposed to be quarrelsome just then.
'You speak of her in the past tense.'
'The droski waits, sir,' said Gaiters, suddenly appearing in the companion-way.
Sir Redmond gave his hand to Ellinor, who was ready, hatted and shawled, and barely gave a bow of farewell to Dewsnap, as she ascended to the deck, and bade adieu to her Vierlander attendant.
Evening had fallen now, and the gas-lamps were reflected in the murky and muddy waters of the Binnenhafen, as she stepped ashore, and entered a close droski (as those cabs are named which ply for hire in all the principal thoroughfares of Hamburg) unnoticed by any but some dock porters, and an organ-grinder with a monkey 'appropriately dressed in Highland costume,' as Sleath remarked while putting his head out of the window, and telling Gaiters, who was seated beside the driver, where they were to go.