“She must indeed, Tom.”
“Ye see, Jack, she never forgives——”
“A bad habit, Tom!”
“Aye!” nodded the Captain. “And ’tis plain to see she hates thee—even yet!”
“And that is worse!” sighed Sir John.
“And she’s dev’lish clever and quick—for all her size. Aye, a passionate creeter ... a goddess ... all fire, Jack, or freezing cold ... she’ll never”—here the Captain sighed heavily—“no, she’ll never marry me, ’tis sure—although——”
“Never, Tom!”
“Oh, begad!” exclaimed the Captain, startled. “Sink me, but ye seem dem’d sure about it!”
“Tommy, I am!”