The mere suggestion of something to drink made active the parched agony of mouth and throat, but her wry face when she found that the liquid was wine might have been amusing if the conditions of life were less desperate.
"Is there no water ?" she asked plaintively.
The officer, who was following the little by-play with his eyes, realized the meaning of her words.
"We have no water, mademoiselle," he said.

Then he glanced at the group of bedraggled sailors.

"And very little wine," he added.
"Please drink it," urged Hozier.

"You are greatly run down, you know, though you really ought to feel cheerful, since you have escaped with your life." "I feel quite brave," said Iris simply.

"I would never have believed that I could go through--all that," and her childish trick of listening to the booming of the distant breakers told him how vivid was her recollection of the horrors crowded into those few brief minutes.
"Be quick, please," put in the elderly Portuguese with a tinge of impatience.