If he had hoped to see a look of blank dismay after his hours of devotion he was disappointed. She made a little face. "I do not think I could stand a desert island with the good Weeliam. For that I should prefer one of my own sort--Ignacio, or Fernando. Better still, I could come here and be a hermit." "A hermit?" "In some ways that would suit me very well. All human beings become tiresome, I find. I shall have a little hut just below the crest where I can look from my window right into the woods that are so quiet and green and beautiful. That is a thought that has always fascinated me. And when I walk on the crest I can see all the beauty of mountain and bay. What more could I want? What more have you in your world when you know it too well, senor?" "Nothing; but you might tire, too, of this." "What of it? It would be the gentle sad ennui of peace, not of disillusion, senor. How I wish you would tell me all you know of life!" "God forbid. And do not remind me of ennui and disillusions. I have forgotten both in California. Perhaps, after all, I shall not return to St. Petersburg. There is a vast empire here--" "But it is not yours or Russia's to rule, Excellency," she interrupted him softly. He did not color nor start, but met her eyes with his deep amused glance. "I, too, can dream, senorita. Of a great and wonderful kingdom--that never will exist, perhaps. I have always been called a dreamer, but the habit has grown since I came to this lovely unreal land of yours." "Have you the intention to take it from us, Excellency?" she asked quietly. "Would you betray me if you thought I had?" Her eyes responded for a moment to the magnetism of his, and then she drew herself up. "No, senor, I could not betray a man who had been our guest, and Spain needs no assistance from a weak girl to hold her own against Russia." "Well said! I kiss your hands, as they say in Vienna. But we must sail again. I told them to be ready at three o'clock." Dalliance with the most alluring girl he had ever known was all very well, but the day's work was not yet done. When they returned to the ship he deliberately engaged all the Spaniards in a game of cards, ordered cigarettes and a bowl of punch for their refreshment, and then the Juno steered south.