It was best to leave you thus, dear,
Best for you and best for me.”
“In the gloaming,” said Frank, and finished with a deep sigh. Adele looked unutterable things. “Best keep Paul out of my presence—to send me such stuff, and just now, too!” The vessel gave an awful lurch, and a tumbler broke in falling. “Oh, Frank, I feel those terrible twists again! Is that awful propeller still at it?—it feels just that way.”
“It will soon untwist, dear—don’t mind; think of the consolation in those lovely verses.”
“I shall never speak to him again!” said Adele—“never!”
“Oh, yes, you will, and before the moon sets.” Miss Winchester was thinking of other lovers’ quarrels in her experience.
“Moon!” exclaimed Adele. “If this continues there’ll be no moon and I will be a lunatic. I have a thunder-gust headache.”
Frank bathed her temples with cologne.
“Oh, how delicious that is! It’s so kind of you, Frank. The Doctor would say your hand is sympathetic; I think it’s you, Frank. How much better I should feel if this ship would only keep still one minute, just one minute, half a minute, quarter of a——”
“That’s right, dear, go to sleep,” and Miss Winchester kissed her on the forehead as she slept.