"What ails thee, Master Captain?" he asked.
"What eyes!" murmured Vernon; but as he suddenly aroused from his reverie, he stammered like a schoolgirl.
Tempest could read the signs of the times, for he had experienced all the bliss of young love.
"Whose eyes?" he asked, smiling as he spoke.
"Whose? As if there were any other eyes on earth. I know you can sympathize with me, Tempest—I am in love."
"I know that."
"Could I help it? Did you ever see any one in your whole life more beautiful than——"
"Bertha," added Tempest softly.
"No—Pauline!"
"She is pretty, and I have no doubt she is as good as her face is lovely."