Vansittart had risen with a little glance at the clock, and her
companion rose also. "I am greatly interested in your scheme," she
said. "Much more than I can tell you. It is so refreshing to find
charity in such close connection with practical common sense. I think
you are doing a great work, Mr. Roden."
"I do what I can," he replied, with a bow.
"And Mr. Von Holzen," inquired Mrs. Vansittart, stopping for a moment
as she moved towards the doorway, which is large and hung with
curtains--"does Mr. Von Holzen work from purely philanthropic motives
also?"
"Well--yes, I think so. Though, of course, he, like myself, will be
paid a salary. Perhaps, however, he is more interested in malgamite
from a scientific point of view."
"Ah, yes, from a scientific point of view, of course. Good night, Mr.
Roden."
And she left him.
CHAPTER V.
OUT OF EGYPT.
"Un esclave est moins celui qu'on vend que celui qui se donne"
A sea fog was blowing across the smooth surface of the Maas where that
river is broad and shallow, and a steamer anchored in the channel, grim
and motionless, gave forth a grunt of warning from time to time, while
a boy with mittened hands rang the bell hung high on the forecastle
with a dull monotony. The wind blowing from the south-east drove before
it the endless fog which hummed through the rigging, and hung there in
little icicles that pointed to leeward.
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