"I should do as you were thinking of doing earlier in the evening. I should go home by the first ship, and marry her quick!"
"What! Leave him digging his fortune and writing her all about it every mail?"
Devenish had already vowed that he would never do that. He repeated the vow with an oath.
"But you don't know that she's getting any letters," remarked Jewson, calmly.
Ralph gave him a sharp look. "What do you mean by that?"
"Only that he may not be writing to her; he didn't in the beginning, you see; that letter I posted was his first."
"How do you know?"
"His mate told me so."
"You did post it, Jewson?"
The steward chuckled as he shook his head.