"By jove, it's worth a lot of trouble to get you to smile like that," he cried admiringly. "It is the first really honest smile you've displayed. If you knew how it improves you, you'd be doing it all of the time."
"Smiles are sometimes expensive."
"It depends on the market."
"I never take them to a cheap market. They are not classed as necessities."
"You couldn't offer them to any one who loves luxuries more than I do."
"You pay for them only with compliments, I see, and there is nothing so cheap."
"Am I to take that as a rebuke?"
"If possible," she said sweetly.
At this juncture, the miserable Hobbs hove into sight, not figuratively but literally. He came surging across the deck in a mad dash from one haven to another, or, more accurately, from post to post.
"I beg pardon, sir," he gasped, finally steadying himself on wide-spread legs within easy reach of Robin's sustaining person. "There is a wireless for Mr. Totten, sir, but when I took it to 'im he said to fetch it to you, being unable to hold up 'is head, wot with the wretched meal he had yesterday and the—"