"Go on fanning her." "Poor young thing! She's had a shaking up and no mistake!" This in a woman's voice, very kindly and commiserating.

A hand lightly smoothed the fur of her coat-sleeve.

"Looks as if she was a rich young lady.

Her people must be anxious about her." Someone laughed a little, softly.
"Oh, yes, she's a rich enough young lady, Mrs.Braithwaite.

Don't you know who it is we've rescued ?" "I, sir?
No.