"We're in the river now, Dearest, and I thought you might join us on deck. You have done all that is possible, I'm sure."
"I simply cannot desert that poor woman until she shows some signs of returning consciousness."
"Oh, is she still insensible?"
"Yes. If only I could get her to swallow a little brandy."
"Well, she will be in the doctor's hands soon. Better leave matters to him."
"But one must try."
"Of course. If you prefer remaining below——"
"Father dear, what else can I do?" She vanished again.
Ingersoll, having ascertained exactly what he wished to know, sighed in sheer relief, and turned to Tollemache. "Lorry," he said, "have you a dry cigar in your pocket? How stupid of me! You're soaked through and through. I hope none of us picks up a stiff dose of pneumonia as the sequel to today's excitement. Now a quiet word in your ear. Yvonne and I are going away tomorrow for a week or so."