“I move that we throw the Major overboard,” cried Miss Tavish.
“No,” Jack exclaimed; “it is against the law to throw anything into the harbor.”
“Oh, I expected Miss Tavish would throw me overboard when Mavick appeared.”
Mavick raised his glass and proposed the health of Miss Tavish.
“With all my heart,” the Major said; “my life is passed in returning good for evil.”
“I never knew before,” and Miss Tavish bowed her acknowledgments, “the secret of the Major's attractions.”
“Yes,” said Carmen, sweetly, “he is all things to all women.”
“You don't appear to have a friend here, Major,” Mavick suggested.
“No; my friends are all foul-weather friends; come a bright day, they are all off like butterflies. That comes of being constant.”
“That's no distinction,” Carmen exclaimed; “all men are that till they get what they want.”