"I am afraid I should only succeed as a lawyer when I was interested in my client, as in the present instance."
"How long will it be before we overtake Mr. Whippleton?" asked Miss Collingsby, as though she deemed it prudent to change the conversation, which I thought was becoming just a little silly, as such talk always is to all but those who are immediately interested.
"That will depend upon which boat sails the fastest."
"You always said the Michigan—"
"No, the Marian," interposed the skipper. "Please to call the boat by her right name."
"Well, the Marian; you always said she was the fastest boat on the lake."
"I think so, though she has never had a fair trial with the Florina."
"I wish you would hurry her up, for I really wish to see Julia Lord, and have her in the boat with me. I suppose that neither Mr. Whippleton nor Florina will object to the transfer."
"Perhaps not. If any one has the right to object, I am the person," replied the skipper, in a low tone, though I heard what he said.
"You promised to provide me with company, or I should not have come," pouted Miss Collingsby, blushing.