"Jane's been captured?" Lady Henrietta surged forward like the statue on the prow of a ship. "She's gone in," Jack corrected shortly. "Voluntarily." "And you let her?" Lady Henrietta's eyes were as wide as they could go. A dry cackle came from the hatch that led to the nether regions of the yacht. "Have you ever seen anyone 'let' Jane do anything?" A parasol emerged first, a purple parasol, the point hitting the deck with a force that made Miles jump. The newcomer strode forward, blindingly purple skirts swishing around her legs. Jack had never seen that much purple all in one place before. It was like being assaulted by an aubergine. "If Jane is there, it's because she chose to be there," said the newcomer definitively. Jack wasn't sure whether to appreciate or resent her support. "Jane does or she doesn't. I would as soon try to yoke an aardvark." Lady Henrietta cocked her head. "Does one yoke aardvarks?" "No," said Jack shortly, putting an abrupt end to what might otherwise have become a fascinating and largely pointless discourse on natural history."