He was one of the richest peers in England, and he was bringing her her coffee.

As she said afterwards, she wilted, and she couldn't help it.
"I'm afraid I have kept you waiting a long time for your coffee, ladies," said Redgrave, as he balanced the tray on one hand and drew a wicker table towards them with the other.

"You see there are only two of us on board this craft, and as my engineer is navigating the ship, I have to attend to the domestic arrangements." Mrs.Van Stuyler looked at him in the silence of mental paralysis.

Miss Zaidie frowned, smiled, and then began to laugh.
"Well, of all the cold-blooded English ways of putting things----" she began.
"I beg your pardon ?" said Lord Redgrave as he put the tray down on the table.
"What Miss Rennick means, Lord Redgrave," interrupted Mrs.Van Stuyler, struggling out of her paralytic condition, "and what I, too, should like to say, is that under the circumstances----" "You think that I am not as penitent as I ought to be.

Is that so ?" said Redgrave, with a glance and a smile mostly directed towards Miss Zaidie.
"Well, to tell you the truth," he went on, "I am not a bit penitent.