“I see, Eve, she thinks she would like some more of that China yarn.”
“Her sentiments are not so tame. She longs for it, thirsts for it, and must and will have it—if you will be so very obliging, Mr. Dodd.” The contrast between all this singular vivacity of Miss Fountain and the sudden return to her native character and manner in the last sentence struck the sister as very droll—seemed to the brother so winning, that, scarcely master of himself, he burst out: “You shan't ask me twice for that, or anything I can give you;” and it was with burning cheeks and happy eyes he resumed his tale of bold adventure and skill on one side, of numbers, danger and difficulty on the other. He told it now like one inspired, and both the young ladies hung panting and glowing on his words.
David and Eve went home together.
David was in a triumphant state, but waited for Eve to congratulate him. Eve was silent.
At last David could refrain no longer. “Why, you say nothing.”
“No. Common sense is too good to be wasted; don't go so fast.”
“No. There—I heave to for convoy to close up. Would it be wasted on me? ha! ha!”
“To-night. There you go pelting on again.”
“Eve, I can't help it. I feel all canvas, with a cargo of angels' feathers and sunshine for ballast.”
“Moonshine.”