"I didn't realize that I had been asleep. Please, will you turn your back"—her glance fell on the table—"I shall be ready in a moment—Kervyn."
"Had I not better give you the place to yourself?"
"Yes, please."
"I'll do a sentry-go in the corridor," he said. "Open the door when you're quite ready."
So he went out and walked up and down until the stateroom door opened and her low voice summoned him.
"I can't eat," she said.
"Do you feel the sea?"
"No"—she smiled faintly—"but the excitement of the day—the anxiety——"
"We'll have some tea, anyway," he said.
They ate a little after all, and the hot and rather vile tea stimulated her. Presently he set tray and table outside in the corridor and came slowly back to where she had gathered herself in a corner of the sofa.