"You have kept count?"
"Except the time I was on the mast and before I came to life again."
"Two days probably."
"I imagined so. In that case it is the 21st."
"And we must be ready for November and bad weather. Would you sooner stop here or go back to the 'Jane and Mary'?"
"We could not be more comfortable than we are here. But I will do whatever you wish."
He glanced at her through the wreathing smoke of fire and pipe, for nothing they could do would make it all go up the chimney.
Would she say as much if he asked her more? he wondered.
Was she ready to be asked? Or was it still too soon?
If he told her all that was in his heart, would he startle her out of this most pleasant companionship?