“Poor child!”
“After that I seemed to grow all cold with reason and skill. I forgot you. I looked beyond, over your poor head. I had to succeed, Cyril—that was all.”
His hand pressed hers tenderly.
“You’re the only girl in the world who could do it. I’m glad—proud——” He broke off. “My word, Doris! There’s no use tryin’ to tell you what I think of you. I’m no good at that sort of thing.”
“I understand. You’re just—yourself. That’s enough for me.”
“You were a trump up there in the Thorwald—to stay with poor old Udo, but I had to go. It was the only way. I never thought we’d make it.”
“But we did.”
“You did. It was the Dove, Doris—the good old Dove. Isn’t she a ripper?”
“I never had a fear—once she rose. How did you happen——”
He laughed.