"Of course you may," said Susan, once more looking at the deck. And he kissed her, and then took her in his arms while she wept.
"And you are sure you love me again?" she asked.
"It's most wonderful," said Tom, "but now I come to think of it, I feel as if I had always loved you, and no other woman can as much as get a look in. There was a girl in London that thought I was goin' to tie up alongside, but she's away off it, and I'll never marry anyone but you."
Susan wisely forbore at that moment to make any inquiries about this other girl, of whom she had never heard till that moment, and she put her golden head against her husband's shoulder.
"I think I am quite happy, Tom," she said, "though I am very sorry you don't remember how happy we were when we were first married."
Tom shook his head.
"I'm sorry for that too," he replied, "but it can't be helped, and we'll be happy yet if you really love me enough to marry me again."
"But we are married, Tom," said Susan.
"You may be," said Tom, "but I haven't the feelings of it, and I mean to ask that long-tail to tie us up again, so that there can be no mistake about it. What do you say?"
Susan said he was a darling, and that she loved him more than ever, and was willing to be married to him a thousand times if he wanted it.