He bent his head, fearing to meet her gaze.
"My dear little girl, you'll remember all about that presently."
There was a long pause upon this.
"Yes," she said at last, and still apparently unmoved; "I do remember. Why did you let him die, Mr. Faber?"
"I, Maryska? I had nothing to do with it. If he had taken my advice he would not have left the Pasha's side. I was quite a long way off when it happened."
She insisted, looking at him with pathetic eyes.
"If you had not come to Ragusa, he would not have left me. I am sorry you came. Shall I be kept here long?"
"Do you mean in this ship?"
"Yes, of course. Is it your ship, then?"
"It's my ship—at least, I've hired it. Don't you like it, my dear?"