Plank, would you mind hunting up my wife?
I'll stay and see that this infant doesn't fall asleep." But Sylvia shook her head, saying: "Please go, Kemp.

I'm a little tired, that's all.

When Grace is ready, I'll leave with her." And at her gesture Plank seated himself, while Ferrall, shrugging his square shoulders, sauntered off in quest of his wife, stopping a moment at a neighbouring table to speak to Agatha Caithness, who sat there with Captain Voucher, the gemmed collar on her slender throat a pale blaze of splendour.
Plank was hungry, and he said so in his direct fashion.

Sylvia nodded, and exchanged a smile with Agatha, who turned at the sound of Plank's voice.

For a while, as he ate and drank largely, she made the effort to keep up a desultory conversation, particularly when anybody to whom she owed an explanation hove darkly in sight on the horizon.