"I'll come for you, if you like.

Have a few minute's nap if you feel sleepy." Mr.Coulson got up.
"Not I!" he said.

"I am going to douse my head in some cold water.

That must have been the strongest brandy and soda that was ever brewed, to send me off like that." His friend laughed as he helped him out on to the deck.
"I shouldn't grumble at it, if I were you," he said carelessly.

"It saved you from a bad crossing." Mr.Coulson washed his face and hands in the smoking room lavatory, and was so far recovered, even, as to be able to drink a cup of coffee before they reached the harbor.