“Peterson,” said I, “let us hope for the worst.”
All the same, I did not wholly like the look of things, for I had seen these swift gulf storms before. A sudden sinking of the heart came over me. What if my madness, indeed, should come to mean peril to her? Swiftly I stepped back to the door of the ladies’ cabin, where Mrs. Daniver now disappeared. “Helena!” I cried.
“Yes?” I heard her answer as she stepped toward the little stair.
“Did you say ‘Yes’?” I rejoined suddenly.
“No, I did not! I only meant to ask what you wanted.”
“As though you did not know! I wanted only to call you to get ready for luncheon. One of the owners of this waistcoat has provided a pompano, not to mention some excellent endive. And the weather is fine, isn’t it?”