“I shall treasure those words in my heart, believe me. Let them remain there forever,” she said, her voice vibrating with emotion.
“Well, well, and where is George?” said Elvira, looking around for her missing husband.
“He went to the captain's room to play cribbage about two minutes after you left,” said Mercedes.
“Good chaperone he is; and what have you been talking about here like two little owls who know they musn't jump into the water because they are not ducks?”
“One isn't, any way,” Clarence said, smiling.
“As my married experience is yet fresh and limited, I don't know whether it would be proper or not for us three to take a turn on deck and see whether George is enjoying himself. What do you think, Mr. Darrell, would a husband object to that?”
“I should say not. Why should he? To my way of thinking no husband of ordinary good sense could object to his wife showing that interest in him. Mr. Mechlin will not, I am sure.”
“Let Mr. Darrell take a look first,” suggested Mercedes.
Clarence arose to go, Elvira said: “Only pass by, as if by accident, and we'll go or not, according to circumstances.”
When Clarence had gone beyond hearing, Elvira said: “He looks pale again, have you made him unhappy?”