"Yes, I am the doctor. I have got some coffee for you and some biscuits. I will get them." "You are very good," as he came in with them and she raised herself on to her elbow again. "Did your friend get me any clothes? I feel quite well, and I would get up." "He brought a whole heap of things. They have been spread out all night, but I'm afraid they'll never dry properly till they are washed in fresh water." "And have you fresh water?" "Oh, plenty,--Ashore there, in pools. If you can select a few things I will go across and steep them. They will soon dry in the sun." "You are very good," she said again, and sipped the coffee and glanced up at him with a somewhat wry face. "No, you have no sugar on this strange ship--nor milk. Nor a brush, nor a comb, I'll be bound. Nothing but----" "A brush and a comb we can provide at all events, and of exceptional quality. They belonged, I believe, to His Royal Highness the Duke of Kent." "Edward of Kent?" she asked quickly. "Why--how...." "Some ship, bringing home his belongings from Canada, must have been wrecked here. We have found quite a number of his things." "Well, he would not mind my using them," she said quietly. "He is of a pleasant temper, quite the nicest of them all"; and as she finished the coffee and biscuits, "If you could find me ... a brooch--no, you will not have a brooch! ... a large pin or two,--but no, you will not have any pins! ... Let me see, then,--a sharp splinter of wood----" "I can get you all the splinters you want. Might I ask----" "To pin some of these blankets about me, do you see,--so that I may get up. And if you would get me that royal brush and comb----" He trimmed up half a dozen sharp little skewers and left them with her, together with the brush and comb, and plunged overboard for his morning swim. The mate was sitting by the fire at his breakfast when he went down again. "Well?--how is my lady this morning?" he asked. "So well that she is getting up." "Them clothes all right?" "She will pick out what she wants. But they'll never dry with the salt in them. I'll rinse them in one of the pools as soon as she says which." "There's more mebbe for the finding----" and then they heard the door of her little room open and she came into the cabin to them. The mate jumped up and stood staring as if she were a ghost; and even Wulfrey, who had already made her acquaintance, eyed her with surprise, and was confirmed in the idea that had been growing in him that there was foreign blood in her. He doubted if any Englishwoman could have made so brave a showing out of such poverty of material.