“Grapes!”
“Yes, grapes, or oranges, or pears, whichever you prefer.”
His look of incredulity seemed to amuse her. “Do you remember the two boxes and the barrel left by the Maid of the North on the beach with our baggage?”
He nodded.
“Well, one of those boxes was filled with fruit.”
“Is there plenty for both of us?”
“More than enough.”
“Then I will have a glass of water first and then grapes–and all the other things.”
He drank the water, and as she took away the empty glass, he said, in a serious tone: “Miss Marshall, I wish I could tell you how mortified I am and how–how–”
“Mortified! At what?”