'Left it--gone!' exclaimed Ellinor, in a weak voice, and grieved but not surprised. 'Yes.' 'For where?' 'To another residence in Hamburg, whither I shall shortly take you and leave you to relate your own adventures, for I am deuced tired of this kind of work.' A gush of joy, but joy without the least gratitude, welled up in the heart of Ellinor, and she prepared with wonderful alacrity to accompany him, never suspecting that he was cajoling her and meant to put her in the hands of Frau Wyburg, who for a sum paid down had promised to keep her safely till he made other arrangements. He could not take her to the _Kron Prinzen, L'Europe_, or any of the great hotels, for there she would have claimed and found protection, and for him she would, he knew, be quite helpless in the hands of Frau Wyburg and her husband; thus he resolved to keep his own counsel on leaving the yacht as to where he was taking her; but Mr. Dolly Dewsnap and Kingbolt too had shrewdly their own ideas on the subject. 'Sorry we are not to have your company to the coast of France, Miss Ellinor,' said Dewsnap, as he pressed a glass of wine upon her ere she departed. 'I don't think you'll miss much,' said Ringbolt, as the pale girl made no reply. 'There you get sour wine, and they call it _vin ordinaire_, and all kinds of offal cooked with fine French names, so that I defy you to tell whether you are eating a bird of the air or a fish of the sea. Ah, there is no place like Old England.' Mr. Dolly Dewsnap was about this time, as his subordinate Kingbolt said, 'three sheets in the wind,' even before going to a late dinner at _Hotel de Russie_ in the Jungfernsteig, and he was propping himself against the cabin table while sipping his sherry, and regarding Ellinor with a leering expression of admiration. 'Won't you have a cigarette, Miss Ellinor?' said he, suddenly producing his cigar-case. 'Scotch girls, and English ones too, don't smoke,' said Sleath, angrily. 'Why not?' responded Dewsnap, sharply; 'by Jingo, I knew a Russian Princess--the Princess Wroguenoff--who always smoked Turkish tobacco in a Manzanita pipe; and a charming woman she was.' 'So you don't know her now, Dolly?' 'How do you know?' asked the other, who was disposed to be quarrelsome just then. 'You speak of her in the past tense.' 'The droski waits, sir,' said Gaiters, suddenly appearing in the companion-way. Sir Redmond gave his hand to Ellinor, who was ready, hatted and shawled, and barely gave a bow of farewell to Dewsnap, as she ascended to the deck, and bade adieu to her Vierlander attendant.