"I am brimful of common sense at the present moment," he declared earnestly. "You and I could do great things together, if only I could get you to look at one certain matter from my point of view; to see it as I see it."
"A political matter?" she inquired naively.
"I want to try and persuade you," he confessed, "that America has everything in the world to gain from Germany's success, and everything to lose if the Allies should triumph in this war and Great Britain should continue her tyranny of the seas."
"It's an extraordinarily interesting subject," Pamela admitted.
"It is almost as absorbing," he declared, "as the other matter which just now lies even nearer to my heart."
She withdrew her fingers from his sudden clutch.
"Mr. Fischer," she told him, "what I said just now was quite final. I will not be made love to on a steamer."
"When we land," he continued eagerly, "you will be coming to see your brother, won't you?"
She nodded.
"Of course! I am coming to the Plaza Hotel. That, I suppose, is good news for you, Mr. Fischer."