The things we do!

Auban had
abundant time to reflect upon the singular nature of her situation.
At first, and very naturally, she was disposed to seek the
protection of the boat's officers, but a second thought convinced
her of the unwisdom of that course. As to this stranger, this
stalwart man of the West, she had appealed to him and he had made
no sign. She had no friend, no counselor. A feeling of
inefficiency, of smallness and helplessness, swept over her. For
the first time in her life she found herself hard and fast in the
grasp of events over which she had absolutely no control. She was
prisoner to her own good fame. She dared not declare herself. She
dared not cry out for help. None would believe her story. She
herself did not fully understand all the circumstances connected
with her unlawful banishment from the capital of the proudest and
freest republic of the world.
[Illustration: Josephine St. Auban had abundant time to reflect]
It was while still in this frame of mind that, on the day
following, there came to her a messenger bearing the card of
Warville Dunwody.


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