"Don't say that."
"Not really I can't. We're beginning new lives in new places--you and me."
"So we are in a way."
"What does Rhoda do?"
"She can't make up her mind seemingly. She's very sad."
"She's very mad, if you ask me. I wish to God some man could find how to sweeten her mind. And you're sad because she is. I knew it the moment I heard your voice half an hour ago."
"'Tis wonderful to think how you can always tell by my tone of voice how 'tis with me! But then there's nobody like you for understanding us women. You'd have made a rare husband for the right one, Bartley."
"Yes; and the right one--well, perhaps I'll find her over the water. 'Tis the day after to-morrow I go. I sail off from Plymouth, so that's all easy and straight-forward."
"Be the Shamrock a good big ship?"
"Big enough for my fortunes."