Her hands flew to her throat, her hair.

She flushed into vivid life as the marble Galatea incardinated under Pygmalion's kiss.
"Did I faint ?" she asked confusedly.
"Yes, but you are all right now.

You did not fall.

Captain Coke caught you and handed you over to me.

I wish you would drink the remainder of this brandy, and rest for a little while." Iris pushed away the glass and sat up.
"You carried me ?" she said.
"Well, I couldn't do anything else." "I suppose you don't realize what it means to a woman to feel that she has been out of her senses under such conditions ?" "No, but in your case it only meant that you sighed deeply a few times and tried to bite my fingers when I wished to open your mouth." "What for?
Why did you want to open my mouth ?" "To give you a drink--you needed a stimulant." "Oh!" By this time a few dexterous twists and turns had restrained those wandering tresses within bounds.