“Do you not long more to see—”
“Not to-night—no—that is until after supper. Everything in its own time and place; but a man with a hungry stomach has no stomach for anything but eating. I pledge you my word, Haller, I would rather at this moment see that grand old stewardess, Pepe, than the loveliest woman in Mexico, and that’s ‘Mary of the Light’.”
“Monstrous!”
“That is, until after I have supped. Then my feelings will doubtless take a turn.”
“Ah! Clayey, you can never love!”
“Why so, Captain?”
“With you, love is a sentiment, not a passion. You regard the fair blonde as you would a picture or a curious ornament.”
“You mean to say, then, that my love is ‘all in my eye’?”
“Exactly so, in a literal sense. I do not think it has reached your heart, else you would not be thinking of your supper. Now, I could go for days without food—suffer any hardship; but, no—you cannot understand this.”
“I confess not. I am too hungry.”