But his face was so pitifully pale.

She saw how his hand trembled.

A great wave of womanly compassion welled up in her soul, and the smile faded and softened away as she said one word.
"Yes." It came from the heart, and she could not help it if it sounded kindly.
"Then I will go," said Claudius, hardly knowing what he said, for the blood came quickly back to his face.
"Of course you will, I could have told you that ever so long ago," chirped a little bullfinch in the tree overhead.
A couple of weeks or more after the events last chronicled, the steam yacht _Streak_ was two days out on the Atlantic, with a goodly party on board.

There were three ladies--the Duke's sister, the Countess, and Miss Skeat, the latter looking very nautical in blue serge, which sat tightly over her, like the canvas cover sewn round a bicycle when it is sent by rail.

Of men there were also three--to wit, the owner of the yacht, Mr.Barker, and Dr.Claudius.
The sea has many kinds of fish.