"Get married! of course he will. That's just what we all want. You don't call that a shipwreck; do you?"
"It's the sort of shipwreck that these very gallant barks have to encounter."
"You don't mean that he'll marry a disagreeable wife!"
"Oh, no; not in the least. I only mean to say that like other sons of Adam, he will have to strike his colours. I dare say, if the truth were known, he has done so already."
"I am sure he has not."
"I don't at all ask to know his secrets, and I should look upon you as a very bad sister if you told them."
"But I am sure he has not got any,—of that kind."
"Would he tell you if he had?"
"Oh, I hope so; any serious secret. I am sure he ought, for I am always thinking about him."
"And would you tell him your secrets?"