There's some mystery, somewhere, and I can't make this Andrius man out at all, but I believe all's right as regards personal safety.

There's Miss Greyle's cabin, anyhow, right opposite ours--and I can keep an eye and an ear open even when I'm asleep!" But in spite of these assurances, Copplestone slept little.

He was up, dressed, and on deck by sunrise, staring around him in a fresh autumn morning to get some notion of the yacht's whereabouts, and he had just managed to make out a mere filmy line of land far to the westward when Audrey appeared at his elbow.

There was no one of any importance near them and Copplestone impulsively seized her hands.
"I've scarcely slept!" he blurted out, gazing intently at her.
"Couldn't! Blaming myself for letting you get into this confounded mess! You're all right ?" Audrey responded a little to the pressure of his hands before she disengaged her own.
"It wasn't your fault," she said.

"It's nobody's fault.