“What, than that little Miss who laughed at me?” said Frank.
“No, no; the other. I declare she’s a perfect angel. I never saw so much sweetness in my life before. I—”
“Phew—phew—phew—phew—phew—phew—phew—phew!” whistled Pratt.
“Don’t be a fool, Franky.”
“But ’tis my nature to,” said Pratt.
“Listen, man; I really do believe that there is something true about fellows falling in love at first sight, and that sort of thing; I do indeed.”
“So do I,” said Pratt.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come now, that’s rich. To go and get hooked like that, before you’ve been at home a month! Well, that comes of going to sea, and being out of the way of civilised beings from year’s end to year’s end. I say, there’s a romance beginning here—tyrannical heavy father, and the rest of it.”
“Nonsense!” cried Trevor. “Come along, old boy; I’m as hungry as a hunter. By Jove, though, I came out on purpose to find Humphrey.”