"Don't be afraid," she said, "he can take care of himself, no doubt. My brother used to be able to do it before he grew so big."
Claudius descended rapidly, but almost lost his hold when he saw Margaret leaning against the taffrail. He would not have had her see him for worlds, and there she was, and she had evidently witnessed the whole affair. Before he had reached the deck, the Duke had seen her too, and hastened to her side. She was evidently much agitated.
"How can you allow such things?" she said indignantly, her dark eyes flashing at him.
"I had nothing to say about it, Countess. But he did it magnificently."
Claudius had reached the deck, and eluding the compliments of Barker and Sturleson, hastened to the cuddy door, bowing to the ladies as he passed. He meant to beat a retreat to his cabin. But Margaret was determined to call him to account for having given her such a fright.
"Dr. Claudius," said the voice that he loved and feared.
"Yes, Countess," said he, steadying himself by the door as the vessel lurched.
"Will you please come here? I want to speak to you." He moved to her side, waiting his chance between two seas. "Do you think you have a right to risk your life in such follies?" she asked, when he was close to her. The Duke and Lady Victoria were near by.
"I do not think I have risked my life, Countess. I have often done it before."
"Do you think, then, that you have a right to do such things in the sight of nervous women?"