“Now look here,” said Guy gently. “Just leave those sickening ropes alone. You, Venice, you!”
“Must nothing. It’s not our boat, Venice, and I never break more than one law a night.”
“But—Oh, damn the man!”
“Honest to God, Venice. Now, Shirley, behave yourself! We’ll sit in the wretched boat, but no more. And the river just here is safe....”
“Look here,” said Hugo. “What about this for an idea? The women have one end of the boat and we the other?”
“And no matches to——”
“But where’s Iris?”
“Here,” came her voice, as though from the water. “In the middle of the boat. Very comfortable. Many cushions. I’ll take care of the boat while you swim....”
“Isn’t she kind, our fast friend! I say, no matches to be struck until some one gives the word! My figure’s good, but even Reville doesn’t think it’s perfect....”