"I forgot to ask his name. I fished him out of the sea. He had cramps."
"But he might have dragged you under!" her companion said in a horrified voice. "I should have thought that last experience of yours with that awful horse would have taught you not to go diving headlong into danger."
"'The Sultan' isn't awful. You know it was all a mistake on his part. Besides, nothing will keep me from 'diving headlong into danger,' as you call it, when I see things being hurt. It's all part of my silly, impetuous nature."
"Well, I hope the man was grateful."
"He never even thanked me."
Such gross ingratitude left Miss Grainger aghast.
"My dear!" she exclaimed.
"He thought I was a boy, and when he found I was a girl he was too astonished to remember his manners," Pansy explained. "But don't say anything about it to anybody. You know I hate a fuss."
"What was he like?"
"Big and dark and awfully good-looking, with an arrogant, high-handed manner. He badly needed taking down a peg or two."