"Am I?"
"Yes, for you're already blaming me for everything."
"I suppose this is what James would call one of my confounded sentimental endings," John murmured.
"Whatever he called it, he couldn't invent a better ending himself," she murmured back. "You know, critics are very like disappointed old maids."
The great ship trembled faintly in the deeper motion, and John holding Doris to him felt that she too trembled faintly in unison. They stood like this in renewed silence until the stars shone clearly, and the shore lamps were turning to a gold blur. John may be excused for thinking that the bugle for dinner sounded like a flourish from Lohengrin. He had reason to feel romantic now.
THE END
| The following typographical errors have been corrected by the etext transcriber: |
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| light of a setting moor.=> light of a setting moon. |
| the attenuated spinsters of Halam=> the attenuated spinsters of Halma |
| Do you thing Stevie wants=> Do you think Stevie wants |
| walk to Chealsea=> walk to Chelsea |
| "It is bcoming every day=> "It is becoming every day |
| that it it worth while making another attempt=> that it is worth while making another attempt |
| taken up a stauesque=> taken up a statuesque |
| caught a faint mumur about=> caught a faint murmur about |
| The tax buzzed off.=> The taxi buzzed off. |
| But I'm serious about the elopment.=> But I'm serious about the elopement. |