Once in line with the Kismet's counter, he eased off the painter rapidly, and now dropped towards the stern of the wreck.
Gaston was quite cool.

He did not now think of the dramatic nature of this meeting, apart from the physical danger.

Delia also had recognised him, and guessed who the girl was.

Not to respond to Gaston's call was her first instinct.

But then, life was sweet.