"But shall you rejoin her?"
He hesitated.
"I think it is most unlikely," he answered. "I've had enough of cruising. You, too, must be very tired of it."
"Tired!" she cried. "Imprisoned in the cabin all day long, with the windows closed and curtained, I felt that if it lasted much longer I must go mad. Besides, it was only by a miracle that I was not discovered a dozen times."
"But very fortunately you were not," he said.
"And all to no purpose," she observed, in a tone of weariness and discontent.
"Ah! that's another matter—quite another matter."
"I do wish you would satisfy my curiosity by telling me exactly what occurred on the night before we landed," she said. "You know what I mean?"
She evidently referred to the attempt upon her life.
"Well," he responded, in hesitation, "I myself am not quite clear as to what took place. I entered the cabin, you know, and found you lying unconscious."