"Why, what on earth makes you ask such a question?" he replied. "Do you think I should grow tired of you so soon?"
"So soon!" she answered, looking up into his face. "You have had me with you a fortnight now, and there is not much variety on board a boat the size of the Island Queen. I should not be at all surprised if you said you were tired of my company."
"Well, I am not. So that settles it, doesn't it?"
"Marcos, why did you not let us go to England in a mail-boat? It would surely have been quicker and safer?"
"Because in that case Macklin could not help but have discovered our departure, and we should have been followed, if not murdered—that's why."
"And now?"
"Now no one knows our whereabouts; we can choose our own route when we leave Tahiti."
"And which way will it be, Marcos?"
"I have not decided yet."
She was silent for a minute or two. Then she said slowly, still keeping her eyes fixed on him—