“Vanity! vanity!”
“All is vanity! If that is the only thing you have to say to me, I will go.”
“I think we had better all go,” said Justinian, turning away from the cliff. “I am anxious for breakfast, but you young people, I suppose, are content to live on love.”
“Not in this keen morning air, father. But have you seen any sign of the yacht?”
“Not the slightest![slightest!]”
“What a bad thing! and the pirates?”
“No appearance of those gentlemen either.”
“What a good thing! I wonder who will arrive first, Crispin or Caliphronas!”
“I trust the former,” answered her father hopefully; “but I dread the latter.”
“Oh dear me!” said Helena, with a sigh; “I do wish he would leave us alone. Why cannot he get an island of his own?”