"I should think a week at sea would be a diversion for you."
"To tag around a week in heavy seas with wraps after a person of distinction? And pace the deck with her on damp nights?"
"That is unamiable. She is a very great actress."
Kimberly continued to object. "Suppose she should be seasick. I once went out with her and she professed to be ill every morning. I had to sit in her cabin--it was a stuffy yacht of De Castro's--and hold her hand."
"But you are so patient. You would not mind that."
"Oh, no; I am not in the least patient. The Kimberlys are described as patient when they are merely persistent. If I am even amiable, amiability is something quite other than patience. Patience is almost mysterious to me. Francis is the only patient man I ever have known."
"In this case you are not even amiable. We all have to do things we don't want to do, to oblige others. And Dolly ought to be obliged."
"Very well. If you will go, I will. What do you say?"
"You need not drag me in. I shall have guests of my own next week. If Dolly made a mistake about your inclination in the affair it would be only generous to help her out."
"Very well, I will go."