But these reflections were now robbed of
their bitterness. She felt that in Henry Carroll she had a sufficient
protection.
She retired to her state-room with a light heart, and even Maxwell's
villanous designs were forgotten as she revelled in the bright hopes
before her. She knew nothing of the foul plot which had been concocted
for her abduction. She knew not that Henry Carroll was then watching
over her. In blissful ignorance of the danger that hovered near her, she
sunk into the quiet sleep of innocence.
After midnight her slumbers were disturbed by the unusual creaking of
the boat, and the hasty puffs of steam from the escape-pipes. She
awoke, and was at once sensible of the immense pressure to which the
boilers were subjected. Awhile she lay and listened to the ominous
sounds which indicated the danger of the boat; then, much alarmed, she
rose and dressed herself. For nearly an hour she sat in the darkness of
the room, during which time the danger seemed momentarily to increase,
until, no longer able to endure such agonizing suspense, she was about
to leave the room.
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