That's what you want--warmth." "You're very good to me," she faltered.

"But you're good to everyone, and we all know how busy you are." "That's all right," he said, cheerfully.

"Nothing like plenty of work." While he was making the nest, the tall, supple figure of Isabel Devigne came on deck; she too was weak, but she walked firmly and held her head erect.

At sight of Derrick and his employment she also coloured, a rich, passionate red, and she drew a long breath, her white, even teeth clenched tightly.

Informed by the direction of Alice's eyes, Derrick turned and saw the other girl.
"Plenty of room, Miss Devigne," he said, cheerfully.