Mr. Sanders, who still lay on the floor, groaned dismally. “Loose that fellow, Patsy,” said the doctor. “He appears to be in pain of some sort.” “Anarchists!” said Mr. Dick. “Good heavens! How frightful! My wife! My poor wife!” “She’ll be all right,” said the doctor. “The Emperor won’t do her any harm. He’s a thorough gentleman in every way, a chivalrous gentleman, and I’m perfectly certain he wouldn’t ill-treat a woman. You may rely on it that she’ll be made quite comfortable. She was with you, I suppose. If so, I don’t in the least wonder that you were run in. The Emperor has frightfully strict, old-fashioned ideas about lots of things. He objects to cards, for instance, as demoralizing. I’m sure that mixed bathing would simply horrify him. There’s no greater mistake than to think that just because a man’s an anarchist, you can do what you like without shocking him. You can’t. The Emperor has his prejudices just like the rest of us.” Patsy Devlin set Mr. Sanders on his feet and rubbed him down carefully. The poor man seemed dazed and bewildered. “Do you belong to the bathing party too?” asked Dr. O’Grady. “Or are you a separate and distinct capture, unconnected with the gentleman in the flannel shirt?” “I don’t bathe,” said Mr. Sanders, “because I have a weak heart and it doesn’t agree with me.” “Then what were you doing? You must have been doing something which annoyed the Emperor. He may be a bit touched in the head. Most of us are, more or less; but he’s not so mad as to saddle himself with the expense of boarding and lodging a fellow like you unless you have been doing something he dislikes. What were you at?” “I was mending a bicycle, Mrs. Dick’s bicycle; at least----” “Who is Mrs. Dick?” asked Dr. O’Grady. “The lady who was bathing?” “She wasn’t bathing,” said Mr. Dick. “All right. Don’t get angry. I thought your name might be Dick and that the lady might be your wife.” “My name is Dick, and she is my wife.” “I don’t understand you in the least,” said Dr. O’Grady. “Have you got two wives? Has that anything to do with the way you’re going about with nothing on you but your shirt?” “No, it hasn’t; and I’ve not got two wives.” “You must have two wives,” said Dr. O’Grady. “You told me this instant that your wife was bathing with you on the shore. And now you say Mrs. Dick wasn’t bathing. Those two statements can’t possibly both be true about the same woman. But I won’t go into that yet. Later on you shall have an opportunity of clearing yourself if you can. First of all, I want to get to the bottom of this bicycle business, which seems to be less complicated.” He turned to Mr. Sanders. “You say that you were engaged in mending Mrs. Dick’s bicycle when the Emperor came on you.” “Yes,” said Mr. Sanders. “At least I wanted to mend it.”