"You can go in and out of your quarters as you like.

You can go where you like on the yacht tomorrow morning.

There is no restriction on you.

Sleep well--and tomorrow you are all free again, eh ?" Copplestone got a word or two with Vickers--alone.
"What do you think ?" he muttered.

"Shall you sleep ?" "My impression--for I know what you're thinking about," said Vickers, "is that Miss Greyle's as safe as if she were in her mother's house! She's no fear, herself, anyway.