"Where is she in Wiesbaden?"
"With Dr Hegelmann."
"Just one more question: are you a good sailor?"
"Yes; but why? What a curious question!"
Larssen smiled at her reassuringly. "You'll have to trust me a little. Naturally I want my Hudson Bay scheme to go through smoothly, and if at the same time I can bring husband and wife together, why, it'll be the best day's work done in my life! It'll make me feel good all over!"
"Thanks; that's kind of you!" returned Olive, thawed by the cordial ring of his words.
"No need for thanks—wait till I've worked the deus ex machinâ stunt.... What do you think of my boy?"
"A dear little fellow! But he needs care."
"He looks weak now, but that's the after-effect of the illness. He'll put on muscle presently. He'll be a match for any boy of his age in six months' time."
"I hope so."