“No, not at all, as long as there are no tobacco fumes near, but it seems that tobacco smoke, combined with the rocking of the sea, make her deathly sick, whereas the tobacco alone or the rocking by itself, will not affect her.”
“I understand that well, for I don't like to smoke while sailing either, if there is much motion, and I think no one ought to be allowed to smoke on deck where ladies are,” George said.
“I think so too. We have too many rights, and more than our share of privileges,” Clarence added.
“Wait until we have woman suffrage. We will make things uncomfortable for inebriates and tobacco smokers,” Elvira said, laughing.
Their pleasant voyage came to its end, as all things must in this fleeting life, and the names of Mr. George Mechlin and party, from San Diego, were duly entered in the hotel register.
“I put your name down, Darrell, for we want you with us while in the city,” said George.
“I thank you sincerely; that is exactly what I wished.”
“We will be ready for dinner at six.”
“I shall be on hand promptly.”
Clarence was anxious to see his broker and afraid he would leave the office before he got there, but it was more imperative yet to visit his tailor. He did so, and though in haste, selected with care the cut and style and color which he knew was most becoming. He left a list of all the articles of clothing he desired to be sent to his hotel by five o'clock, and then directed his driver to take him to his broker's office.