Malcolm gave his hand to Beatrix. "God bless you, my dear," he said.
"God bless you, Mally."
"Good luck, old man."
"So long," said Franklin.
They watched him into the launch and away, waving their hands.
"Good old Malcolm!" said Franklin. "Among other things that he did for me he brought you on the Galatea."
"But not for my honeymoon," said Beatrix with a little look that made his heart jump. "When do we sail?"
"As soon as Jones gets back."
"And then, where?"
"Heaven," he said.