"Not to your knowledge, I think," Mrs. Odell replies, with a slight smile.
A puzzled look comes into the pale, thin face lying on the pillow, with its great, hollow, black eyes. Reine is slowly gathering up the links of memory.
"Are—are we not on the Atlantic Ocean?" she inquires, after a dreamy pause.
Mrs. Odell, drawing her handkerchief across her lips after a slight spell of coughing, answers: "Yes."
Another dreamy pause. The dark eyes that have half-closed, open slowly again.
"Is this steamer the—the Hesperus?" she queries, half-doubtfully.
Mrs. Odell draws back with a slight expression of alarm on her face.
"I—I fear you are talking too much for an invalid," she says. "I will call the doctor."
Retiring into the saloon, and touching a silver call-bell, the fat stewardess appears.
"Send Doctor Franks in," Mrs. Odell commands. "His patient begins to recover consciousness."