What first-rate chaps they were, to be sure! "I can only thank you," he said unsteadily.

"Your kindness is more trying than adversity." A rustle of silk, the intrusion into the intent knot of men of a young lady in a Paris gown, a Paris hat, carrying a Trouville parasol, and most exquisitely gloved and booted, made every one gasp.
"Oh, Robert dear, how _could_ you?
I actually didn't know you!" Thus Iris, bewitchingly attired, and gazing now with provoking admiration at Robert, who certainly offered almost as great a contrast to his former state as did the girl herself.

He returned her look with interest.
"Would any man believe," he laughed, "that clothes would do so much for a woman ?" "What a left-handed compliment! But come, dearest, Captain Fitzroy and Lord Ventnor have come ashore with father and me.

They want us to show them everything! You will excuse him, won't you ?" she added, with a seraphic smile to the others.
They walked off together.
"Jimmy!" gasped the fat midshipman to a lanky youth.

"She's got on your togs!" Meaning that Iris had ransacked the _Orient's_ theatrical wardrobe, and pounced on the swell outfit of the principal female impersonator in the ship's company.
Lieutenant Playdon bit the chin strap of his pith helmet, for the landing party wore the regulation uniform for service ashore in the tropics.