He stepped into the handsome little saloon of the yacht, which had all the luxury and elegance of a sea-going boudoir. 'Pemmican,' cried Llanyard to the steward, 'glasses, some dry sherry, and a biscuit; too early for grog, I suppose, sir, as the sun is not over the foreyard. That was Miss Cheyne's cabin,' he added, indicating a little state-room, the occupation of which by her gave it an interest in his eyes and still more in the eyes of his listener; 'yes, sir, her cabin, and may be again, if she sails with us.' 'Ah!' replied Goring, thinking it might be unwise to exhibit too much interest; 'where is Lord Cadbury just now?' 'They are all at a hotel in Antwerp.' '_All!_' 'Yes--Lord Cadbury, Sir Ranald, and Miss Cheyne.' 'What hotel?' 'Don't precisely know--I'm seldom on shore myself, and, when I do, never go beyond the Hôtel d'Angleterre on the quay, as I know neither French nor Flemish, and might get stranded. But Gaskins knows where they are, and he's on board just now.' 'Gaskins--who is he?' 'His lordship's groom and valet. Pemmican, pass the word forward for Gaskins--that is, if you want to know.' 'I wish to know very much,' said Goring, scarcely able to restrain his impatience. Gaskins appeared, just as we saw him last, looking the perfection of an English groom, with a short, dark-grey surtout buttoned to the throat, spotless white tie and cords, long-bodied and short-legged, a straw in his mouth, a flower at his button-hole, and a sudden twinkle of intense cunning in his half-closed eyes, as he recognised Bevil Goring (whom he had often seen out with the hounds), and at once took in the whole situation. He had not been so long in Lord Cadbury's service as not to know what brought him to Antwerp. 'This gentleman wishes to know Lord Cadbury's hotel,' said Tom Llanyard. Gaskins touched his cockaded hat, and affected to think. He paused and scratched his chin. 'Can't you say?' said Goring, impatiently. 'He has changed it, sir, lately; we are now at the--the "Red Lion" in the "Roo de Cos," I think it is called.' 'We, meaning also Sir Ranald and Miss Cheyne?' 'Yes, sir.' 'Thanks. And now, Mr. Llanyard, I shall bid you good morning,' and, shaking the sailor's hand, Goring went on deck. 'Here are your railway rugs, sir,' said Gaskins, following him thither up the companion-way. Goring took the handle of the straps in his hand, nodded his thanks, and went on shore; but had he looked back he might have been puzzled to perceive the extraordinary grin that overspread the visage of Mr. Gaskins, and the manner in which that gentleman slapped his thigh and then his mouth, making thereby the loud sound of drawing a cork. He then whispered something in the ear of a gendarme who was standing on the quay. The latter looked over the voiture, or cab, into which Goring was stepping, and, after eyeing Gaskins keenly, made an entry in his note-book.