had the face of Hugh Renwick.
She started up from her couch, a scream on her lips--calling to
Hugh----! Was she awake or was this another dream, more dreadful than
the last? There followed a conflict of bewildering noises, as though
night had mercifully fallen upon a chaos of disaster. She sat up and
looked around her. A train.

She gasped a sigh of relief as her gaze pierced the dimness of the
elusive shadows. She remembered now. Captain Goritz. But she was still
alone. She lay down again, trying to keep awake in dread of the visions,
but exhaustion conquered again and she slept, dreaming now of another
Hugh, a tender and chivalrous lover who held her in his arms and
whispered of roses.

It was daylight when she awoke. Captain Goritz was now sitting by the
window smiling at her. She started up drowsily, fingering at her hair.

"You have slept well, Countess?" he asked cheerfully and without waiting
for her reply. "It is well. You have probably a trying day before you."

Marishka straightened and looked out of the window past him at the
sunlit morning. Could it be possible that this alert pleasant person was
the Nemesis of her dreams? The world had taken on a new complexion,
washed clean of terrors by the pure dews of the night.

"Thanks, Herr Hauptmann," she smiled at him. "I am quite myself again."

"That is fortunate," he said. "We are nearly at our journey's end--at
least this part of it. Our train goes no further than Marburg."

"And then?"

"An automobile--a long journey."

"I am quite ready."

At Marburg they got down, and after Marishka had made a hurried toilet,
they breakfasted in comfort at the Bahnhof restaurant. If Captain Goritz
nourished any suspicion that they were being followed he gave no sign of
it, and after breakfast, to Marishka's surprise, Karl the chauffeur
appeared miraculously and announced that their car was awaiting them.

"If I were not sure that you were Herr Lieutenant von Arnstorf," laughed
Marishka, "I should say you were the fairy of the magic carpet."

"The magic carpet--_ach_, yes--if we but had one!" he said genuinely.

The motion of the automobile soothed and satisfied her. At least she was
doing what she could to reach Sarajevo before the archducal party
arrived, and as her companion hopefully assured her, with a fair chance
of success. If Marishka could see Sophie Chotek, all her troubles would
be over, for then the Wilhelmstrasse would not care to oppose the dictum