“How do you find it?” he asked presently.
“I find it horrible,” she gasped; “but my husband never would have allowed it, and so I shall go through with it to the bitter—the awfully bitter—other end.”
“Don’t stick to it if it makes you feel badly,” he said a little anxiously; “remember you have the whole wide ocean before you.”
“Yes,” said Rosina, “I—I was just thinking of that.”
“Are you apt to be seasick?”
“Sometimes I have to lie still a day or two.”
“In your chair?”
“In my berth.”
“Please throw it away at once; I don’t want you to be lying still in your berth a day or two on this voyage, you know.”
There was a very earnest note in his voice; she took the cigarette from between her lips and looked at it meditatively.