And I owe you my own life, too, for I could not have survived the knowledge that she was dead." Robert took the proffered hand-- "I think, Sir Arthur, that, of the two, I am the more deeply indebted.
There are some privileges whose value cannot be measured, and among them the privilege of restoring your daughter to your arms takes the highest place." Then, being much more self-possessed than the older man, who was naturally in a state of agitation that was almost painful, he turned to Iris.
"I think," he said, "that your father should take you on board the _Orient_, Iris.

There you may, perhaps, find some suitable clothing, eat something, and recover from the exciting events of the morning.

Afterwards, you must bring Sir Arthur ashore again, and we will guide him over the island.

I am sure you will find much to tell him meanwhile." The baronet could not fail to note the manner in which these two addressed each other, the fearless love which leaped from eye to eye, the calm acceptance of a relationship not be questioned or gainsaid.
Robert and Iris, without spoken word on the subject, had tactily agreed to avoid the slightest semblance of subterfuge as unworthy alike of their achievements and their love.

Yet what could Sir Arthur Deane do?
To frame a suitable protest at such a moment was not to be dreamed of.
As yet he was too shaken to collect his thoughts.