"Once there was a ship,' said Madame, softly, 'sinking in mid-ocean, surrounded by fog. It had drifted far out of its course, and collided with a derelict. The captain ordered the band to play, the officers put on their dress uniforms and their white gloves. Another ship, that was drifting too, signalled in answer to the music, and all were saved.'
'That was possible -- but there can be no signal for me.' 'Perhaps not, but let's put on our white gloves and order out the band."