She blushed, and looked involuntarily at Hozier.
"I must send a message to my uncle," she said.
Were Philip a professed spiritualist, the spectral shapes of David Verity and Dickey Bulmer could not have been more effectually "projected" into his astral plane at Maceio than they were at that instant.

He had not set eyes on either of the men, but the girl's words conjured them into being, and the vision was vastly disagreeable.
San Benavides, of course, was anxious to oblige Iris in this as in every other respect.

He procured the requisite form, told her the cost, which led to a condensed version of the original draft, smoothed away the slight hindrance of foreign money tendered in payment, and arranged the due delivery of a reply.

Perhaps he smiled when he read what she had written.

The words were comprehensible even to one who did not understand English: "_Andromeda_ lost.