"To-night?" she persisted, lying back in his arms. And watching him, sensing his uncertainty, her gaze hardened, she sat up away from him, waiting for him to speak, as though she were fate indeed. Always she gave him that impression of hair-trigger readiness to fight, to rip and tear and give no quarter. As he looked at her now, turning over his dire predicament the while, he noticed the truculent solidity of her jaw, the indomitable courage and steadiness of her gaze. "Wait," he muttered, putting up his hand and then holding it to his brow. "I must think. I don't know when we arrive. To-morrow, perhaps." "Why do you look so sad?" she demanded. "_Mon Dieu!_ To-morrow at Ismir. What happiness!" "For you," he added in a low voice. "And for you," she twittered in his ear and patting his hand. "I see the plan of Monsieur Dainopoulos now. We shall have good fortune." There was a faint tap at the door. "Supper, Madama," said the young Jew, making a low bow, and they went up. Mr. Spokesly, sitting on the engineer's settee an hour later and discussing the matter cautiously with that person, was not so sure of the good fortune. "What can we do?" he asked, and the engineer, who was of a peaceful disposition and perfectly satisfied so long as he got his pay, said: "You can't do nothing in this fog. He's the captain." "We may hit something," said Mr. Spokesly, who was talking more for comfort than for enlightenment. "Why, yes, we may do that. Do it anywhere, come to that. Where do you think we are now, Mister Mate?" "I don't know, I tell you. He says to me, 'I'll attend to the course,' and he may have put her round. But I've got a notion he's carrying out his orders. I see now why I got six months' pay. Did you?" "No, I got a note on the captain, same as usual," said Mr. Cassar. "What do you think they will do with us?" pursued Mr. Spokesly. "I don't know, Mister Mate. There's always plenty o' work everywhere," was the equable reply. "Is that all you think of?" "I got a big family in Cospicua," said the engineer, standing up. "I can't afford to be out of a job. I think I'll go and eat, Mister Mate. Perhaps the fog will lift a bit and we can see what the course is."