"Yes. I'll go to the kitchen with you while you are doing it. There are several things to say and the time is short." She led the way; he opened the kitchen shutters and let in the sunshine, then stood a moment watching her as she moved about the place with graceful celerity, preparing cocoa over an alcohol lamp, buttering a roll or two and fetching cup, plate, spoon and marmalade. "Have you breakfasted?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder. "Yes--it is very good of you----" "There will be plenty of cocoa and rolls--if you care for them. The rolls are yesterday's and not fresh." She poured the cocoa in two cups and looked at him again in grave invitation. "You are sure there is plenty?" he asked, smilingly. "Plenty." "Then--I do seem to be rather hungry." He drew a chair for her; she seated herself and ate with a youthful appetite. He drank his cocoa, ate his rolls, and tried not to look at her too often. "This is why I am here," he said. "I saw General Baron von Reiter four days ago under somewhat extraordinary circumstances. "He told me that since the war broke out he had not been able to communicate directly with you or to get you out of England, and he asked me to find you and bring you to his estate at Trois Fontaines in Luxembourg." "To Quellenheim?" she asked, surprised and disturbed. "Is he there?" "No, he is with a field army, and he does not know where orders from staff headquarters may send him." "Still," she said, hesitating, "I should think that he might wish me to go to Silesia----" "Silesia is threatened by the Russian army." "Silesia!" she repeated, incredulously. "Cossacks in Silesia?" She sat, her cup of cocoa half raised to her lips, her surprised and disconcerted eyes on his. Then she set the cup aside. "He wishes me to go to Quellenheim? With _you_?" "Yes." "Why?" "Travelling on the continent is precarious." Her eyes rested on his; she said with a candour which he began to understand was characteristic of her: "He seems to have confidence in you. I never heard him speak of you. You are American?" "Yes." "That is odd. He never cared for Americans." Guild said: "He could not send a German into England." "That is true. Nor an Englishman either. No Englishman would be likely to do anything to oblige a German." She rose: "I don't understand why Anna, my maid, is still absent," she added uneasily. "My maid often goes to London, but never before has she remained over night. I don't know why she remained. She knew I was alone in the house." She lifted her serious blue eyes to Guild, then gazed out of the window, evidently perplexed to the point of apprehension. "I am worried," she said, "very much worried. But that doesn't help, does it?" "What was her errand in London?" asked Guild. "She has a brother there. I suppose it's all right or she would have telephoned me." He said: "No doubt it is all right. And, may I ask you to hasten?" She rose: "Where am I to go with you?"