"I do not; only that we are to join Mr. Whippleton."
"I wish I was on shore again," said she, with a sigh.
"Why?" I asked, in the simplicity of my heart; for I thought, if she was fond of sailing, that she ought to enjoy the trip, for certainly nothing could be pleasanter.
"I have been very imprudent. I ought not to have come," she replied, in a low tone.
"Did you scream?" I ventured to inquire, in a whisper.
"I did."
"What was the matter?"
"I have been very imprudent," she repeated, her face glowing with confusion.
"I hope he didn't harm you."
"O, no! He didn't mean to harm me; but he was impudent and insulting. I will never speak to him again, as long as I live!"