"You?" she cried. "You?"
"Yes," he replied, taking her hands, "and you can't turn me out now," he added, half in jest. "We are still fellow-travelers, as you see, but it seems ages since I last talked to you."
Without withdrawing her soft hands from his she continued: "How dared you come on board the yacht?"
"You were the magnet, Elaine."
She blushed slightly, and her smile vanished; she looked furtively round.
"You ought not to have come..."
"Does my society bore you so much?"
"No, oh no, I am glad; you have done far too much for me already, I can never..."
"I do so want to be near you and be able to help you," he said, "if only you will tell me what I can do."
"No, you can't help me."