"I'm glad it's shining on yours now," he said.
"You must go two floors below this," said she severely. "I will bring you some cocoa and a biscuit as quickly as possible."
"I am not a bit tired," he commented, still looking at her.
"That is more than I can say," she answered, "but I am so delighted that we managed to save so many poor people."
"How many?"
"Seventy-eight. But I dare not ask you now how many are lost. It would make me cry, and I have no time for tears. Will you really help to carry a tray?"
"Just try me."
At the top of the stairs Constance called to her father:
"Anything you want, dad?"
"Yes, dear. Find out the chief officer, and send him to me. He can eat and drink here whilst we talk."