Captain Edward Carlisle, soldier as he was, martinet as he was, felt a curious sensation of helplessness seize upon him as he met her, steady gaze, her alluring smile; he could not tell what this prisoner might do.  He cursed the fate which had assigned such a duty, cursed especially that fate which forced a gallant soldier to meet so superb a woman as this under handicap so hard.  For almost the first time since they had met they were upon the point of awkwardness.  Light speech failed them for the moment, the gravity of the situation began to come home to both of them.  Indeed, who were they?  What were they to the public under whose notice they might fall—­indeed, must fall?  There was no concealing face and figure of a woman such as this; no, not in any corner of the world, though she were shrouded in oriental veil.  Nay, were she indeed tied in a sack and flung into the sea, yet would she arise to make trouble for mankind until her allotted task should be complete!  How could they two answer any question which might arise regarding their errand, or regarding their relations as they stood, here at the gateway of the remoter country into which they were departing?  How far must their journey together continue?  What would be said regarding them?

Carlisle found it impossible to answer such questions.  She herself only made the situation the more difficult with her high-headed defiance of him.

Hesitating, the young officer turned his gaze over the wide dock, now covered with hurrying figures, with massed traffic, with the confusion preceding the departure of a river boat.  Teams thundered, carts trundled here and there, shoutings of many minor captains arose.  Those who were to take passage on the packet hurried forward, to the gangway, so occupied in their own affairs as to have small time to examine their neighbors.  The very confusion for the time seemed to afford safety.  Carlisle was upon the point of drawing a long breath of relief; but even as he turned to ask his companion to accompany him aboard the boat he caught sight of an approaching figure which he seemed to recognize.  He would have turned away, but the keen-witted woman at his side followed his gaze and paused.  There approached these two now, hat in hand, a gentleman who evidently intended to claim acquaintance.

This new-comer was a man who in any company would have seemed striking.  In complexion fair, and with blue or gray eyes, he was tall as any Viking, as broad in the shoulder.  He was smooth-faced, and his fresh skin and well-developed figure bespoke the man in good physical condition through active exercise, yet well content with the world’s apportionment.  His limbs were long, his hands bony and strong.  His air, of self-confident assurance, seemed that of a man well used to having his own way.  His forehead was high and somewhat rugged.  Indeed, all his features were in large mold, like the man himself, as though he had come from a day when