Lord Deppingham stood beside her on the pier as the shore party waved its adieus to the yacht.
"By Jove, Genevra, I hope no harm comes to you here in this beastly place," said he, a look of anxiety in his honest eyes.

"There goes our salvation, if any rumpus should come up.

We can't call 'em out of the sky as Chase did last night.

Lucky beggar! That fellow Chase is ripping, by Jove.

That's what he is.