"Do I not always help you?"
"Yes; you do. But you must stick to me now like wax. What do you think of that young lady, Miss Dormer?"
"I think she is a pretty girl; and the gentlemen tell me that she rides bravely."
"Don't you consider her divine?" he asked.
"My dear Ben, one lady never considers another to be divine. Among ourselves we are terribly human, if not worse. Do you mean to tell me that you are in love with Ayala Dormer?"
"You have guessed it," said he. "You always do guess everything."
"I generally do guess as much as that, when young gentlemen find young ladies divine. Do you know anything about Miss Dormer?"
"Nothing but her beauty;—nothing but her wit;—nothing but her grace! I know all that, and I don't seem to want to know any more."
"Then you must be in love! In the first place she hasn't got a sixpence in the world."
"I don't want sixpences," said the Captain, proudly.