"Oh, woman, in our hours of ease
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please," etc., etc.
Nort brought me the copy, laughing.
"I asked the Captain," he said, "if he thought Anthy was uncertain, coy, and hard to please."
"What did he say?"
"He waved me aside. 'Oh, Anthy!' he said, as if she did not count at all. You know how the Captain lays down the eternal laws of life and then lets all his personal friends break 'em!... What would you do about the passage, anyway?"
"Why print it," I said. "It's the old Captain himself."
