Errington gave a final pull, shipped his oars, and, as the boat rode in on the top of a wave, leaped out on the shore and beached her safely.

Then he turned and strode towards Diana, his face wearing just that same concerned, half-angry look that it had done when he found her, shortly after the railway collision, trying to help the woman who had lost her child.
"What in the name of heaven and earth are you doing here ?" he demanded brusquely.
Apparently he had entirely forgotten the more recent episode of Easter Sunday and was prepared to scold her roundly, exactly as he had done on that same former occasion.

The humour of the situation suddenly caught hold of Diana, and for the moment she, too, forgot that she had reason to be bitterly offended with this man.
"Waiting for you to rescue me--as usual," she retorted frivolously.

"You seem to be making quite a habit of it." He smiled grimly.
"I'm making a virtue of necessity," he flung back at her.

"What on earth do your people mean by letting you roam about by yourself like this?
You're not fit to be alone! As though a railway accident weren't sufficient excitement for any average woman, you must needs try to drown yourself.