"Miss Gueldmar is a magnificent woman.

You never saw such a one, Sandy, my boy; she'll make you sing small with one look; she'll wither you up into a kippered herring! And as for you, Duprez," and he regarded the little Frenchman critically, "let me see,--you _may_ possibly reach up to her shoulder,--certainly not beyond it." "_Pas possible!_" cried Duprez.

"Mademoiselle is a giantess." "She needn't be a giantess to overtop you, _mon ami_," laughed Lorimer with a lazy shrug.

"By Jove, I _am_ sleepy, Errington, old boy; are we never going to bed?
It's no good waiting till it's dark here, you know." "Have something first," said Sir Philip, seating himself at the saloon table, where his steward had laid out a tasty cold collation.

"We've had a good deal of climbing about and rowing; it's taken it out of us a little." Thus hospitably adjured, they took their places, and managed to dispose of an excellent supper.