“By the way,” said Linton, “you've told me nothing of your adventures. Haven't you had something very like a shipwreck?”
“The yacht is lost,” said Cashel, dryly.
“Actually lost!” echoed the other, with well-assumed astonishment. “How fortunate not to have had the Kennyfeck party on board, as I believe you expected.”
“I had the Kilgoffs, however,” rejoined Roland.
“The Kilgoffs! you amaze me. How did my Lord ever consent to trust his most precious self on such an enterprise?”
Cashel shrugged his shoulders, without uttering a word in reply.
“But come, do condescend to be a little more communicative. How, and when, and where did the mishap occur?”
“She foundered on the southern coast some time after midnight on the 15th. The crew and passengers escaped by the boats, and the craft went to pieces.”
“And the Kilgoffs, how did they behave in the moment of peril?”
“My Lord seemed insensible to all around; Lady Kilgoff with a dignified courage quite admirable.”