Mario carefully closed the door. He smiled to himself rapturously.
"Ahi!—l'amore..." He kissed the tips of his fingers to the sky above. Then he glanced down at the waves.
"You stay quiet!" he said to them.
Meanwhile, Jill, in the cabin, was looking round, with curious eyes.
"Isn't it snug? I'm so excited! You know, I've never travelled before. Oh!—Peter...."
For McTaggart had caught her eagerly in his arms. "Take off that veil—for goodness' sake! ... Ah! ... I've been simply dying for that!"
Jill, breathless, escaped from him, cheeks flushed, her eyes brilliant.
"Peter—you brute!" she straightened her hat.
"That's a nice thing to say"—he laughed back—"to your lord and master."
"You're not!" she mocked, teasing him, "I never said 'obey,' you know."