"I'm for her, one and indivisible. But hang my luck, I never came within a mile of an introduction."
"What? You, and on shipboard where she couldn't get away?" John threw up his hands as a sign that this information had overcome him.
"Even the captain shied when I approached him," said Robert, gloomily.
"I begin to see," said the brother.
"See what?"
"Have a match; your cigar has gone out."
Robert relighted his cigar and puffed like a threshing-machine engine.
John leaned toward Nancy. "Shall I tell him, Nan?"
Nancy blushed. "I suppose he'll have to know sooner or later."
"Know what?" asked the third person singular