"Are you the Mavis?"
"Yes."
"I felt sure of it. Are you Sir Henry Ransome?"
"That's my name."
"I heard you were expected at Illerville to-day," said Somerset. "That is why I made for you."
The two men who had been doing queer things with his arms wrapped him in a blanket and propped him up against the deck cabin.
"But what on earth were you two young people doing in the middle of the English Channel?" asked the owner of the Mavis.
"We were eloping," said Somerset.
The other looked at him for a bewildered moment and burst into a roar of laughter. He turned to the cabin door and disappeared, to emerge a moment afterwards followed by a lady in a morning wrapper.
"What do you think, Marian? It's an elopement."