"Aren't you imprudent? Isn't it better to leave your daughter here?" he asked in a low voice.
Louis did not understand him. "Where I go, she goes. Besides, they know me very well, these people. You are not afraid, mister?"
"Afraid! How do we go?"
"Steamer to Antivari."
"I'll take you on my yacht."
Louis expressed no surprise. If his guest had promised a warship with golden plates his sphinx-like attitude would have been unchanged.
"Just as you like," he said. "We take the horses at Scutari anyway."
To which Faber responded with a further offer. "I've a car on my ship; we'll put her ashore and try that road."
Louis shook his head. "No good at all; there isn't any damned road. To-day's Saturday; shall we say to-morrow morning at ten?"