“Orders? What are we to do when we get there? Tom Porter, if you could tell me what we are to do, I’d give you a hundred pounds. There, give me a light, my cheroot’s out again!”
Volume Three—Chapter Sixteen.
A Sore Place.
“Are you glad the voyage is nearly over?” said a soft little voice that made Bayle start.
“Glad?” he said, as he turned to gaze in Julia’s plaintive-looking face. “No; I am sorry.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because you have seemed so happy.”
He paused a few moments, as if afraid that his voice would tremble.