Mrs. Curwen: “And if I had my left glove I should be perfectly happy. Not that I know what the cogs in the runs are!”
Mrs. Crashaw: “Then we’re merely caught here?”
Miller: “That’s all.”
Mrs. Curwen: “It’s quite enough for the purpose. Couldn’t you put on a life-preserver, Mr. Miller, and go ashore and get help from the natives?”
Miss Lawton, putting her handkerchief to her eyes: “Oh, dear!”
Mrs. Crashaw, putting her arm around her: “Don’t be frightened, my child. There’s no danger.”
Young Mr. Bemis, caressing the hand which he holds: “Don’t be frightened.”
Miss Lawton: “Don’t leave me.”
Young Mr. Bemis: “No, no; I won’t. Keep fast hold of my hand.”
Miss Lawton: “Oh, yes, I will! I’m ashamed to cry.”