"He will never know. I cannot speak to him. I have tried so hard and he does not hear me."
"Believe no such thing, my dear. He hears every word you say. He knows that you will be happy with me."
She looked up inquiringly.
"With you, Mr. Faber? Why should I stay with you?"
"Because I mean to make a home for you."
"Will you make it upon this ship?"
"Why, you couldn't live always upon a ship."
She became practical.
"I would sooner live in Ragusa; but not in the Cantina, because he would not be there with us. It is very cheap, and if you had the money we could live very well upon a crown a day and the wine. I have had no wine since I came away; the lady would not give me any. If you have any money left and would send for some wine——" She looked up beseechingly, with a look which reminded him of the little wild wolf who had run to the wine-shop the night he discovered her father. He hardly knew how to satisfy her.
"I'll send down anything the doctor orders for you. If he says wine——"