"Yes, like the reapers in the 'Tempest.'"
And that was all that passed between them on the subject of Mr. Haveloc's visit.
CHAPTER VI.
Lieben Freunde! Es gab schön're Zeiten
Als die unsern—das ist nicht zu streiten!
Und ein edler Volk hat einst gelebt.
Könnte die Geschichte davon schweigen
Tausend Steine würden redend zeugen
Die man aus dem Schooss der Erde gräbt.
Doch es ist dahin, es ist verschwunden,
Dieses hochbegünstigste Geschlecht;
Wir, wir leben! Unser sind die Stunden,
Und der Lebende hat Recht.
SCHILLER.
"And so you wish you were a pirate, Miss Fitzpatrick," said Mr. Haveloc, as they stood on the deck of his yacht. "I commend your taste. These pirates were pretty fellows in rhyme."
"It would be rather late in the day to commence Viking, would it not?" said Mrs. Fitzpatrick.
"Oh no!" said Mr. Haveloc; "my yacht is quite at Miss Fitzpatrick's service. I do not despair of her making prize of some solitary fishing boat on a dark night. And only think, Miss Fitzpatrick, how excellent the herrings would taste, that you had come by in so meritorious a way."
"I wished to be descended from a pirate," said Aveline, "don't you perceive the amazing difference?"
"Oh, very great! You wish for all their propensities, without the power to put them in practice."