"With one day's luncheon on board," said Mr. Haveloc.
"It is very pleasant to have run into some great danger, after it is all over," said Aveline.
"That makes the pleasure of horrid dreams," said Mr. Haveloc.
"But they are not distinct—real enough," said Aveline. "Every thing seems to happen through a ground-glass."
"One would think you took opium Miss Fitzpatrick," said Mr. Haveloc laughing.
"So she does, regularly," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, with an anxious look, and fixing her eyes upon his face.
He looked surprised and pained, opened the book hastily, and began to read.
Aveline was enchanted with 'the Faithful Shepherdess.' Half rising on her cushions, with cheeks flushed, and her large transparent eyes wide open, she feared to lose a single word.
"That is surely the brightest pastoral ever written," said she, as he laid down the book at the close of the first act.
"Do you like it better than 'Comus?'" he asked.