"I hope not," Bob tried to reassure her. "But you had better get back to your state-room and finish dressing and put on a preserver."
"Are you sure there'll be time?"
"I think so. Where is your room?"
"Just around the corner."
"Are you alone?"
"Yes, all alone. Oh, this is awful. I know the ship is going to sink and we'll all be drowned."
"Come quick," Bob ordered taking hold of her arm and drawing her along. "Is this your room?" he asked as he turned a corner and saw a door half open.
"This is it, yes."
"Then lose no time. Put on the warmest thing you have and, as soon as you're ready, I'll strap on your life preserver."
The woman slipped into the room and closed the door while he was speaking.