Do you know that song, Miss Leigh?"
"Yes," laughing.
"'Lonely and sadly his young life did end;
Pause by my tombstone, and pity thy friend.'
It's enough to draw tears from one's eyes."
"Well!" said the lieutenant, "I never met a Canadian girl before, but I see now they are the coldest, most insensible—oh! of course, you only laugh. How do you know we shall never meet again? Suppose I call on you in your new—situation."
"Governesses are not allowed 'followers.' I mean, male visitors would be considered as such."
"Couldn't I get a tutorship in the same family?"
"There are no boys. Gracious! what a wave. Surely it is getting rougher, Mr. Dutton?"
"Well, yes. I think I must take you down. The next roller may wash over you. Lean all your weight on me, or you'll be blown off your feet."
In a most incoherent manner she reached the gangway, and, clinging to the banisters, reeled into her cabin, where was Mrs. Oliphant in hysterics. The stewardess was in attendance, and she was insisting on her immediately fetching the captain, as, without his assurance that there was no danger, she declined to be calm.