Uros made a sign of assent.
"It's not nice, is it?"
"No."
"And you'd like to get out of it?" asked Milenko.
"Yes."
"Well, then, take a deep plunge. Make love to her heart and soul, as if you were going to marry her to-morrow. Then, I daresay, you'll soon get over it. You see, the worst thing with sea-sickness is to mope, to nurse yourself, and fancy every now and then that you are going to throw up. It's better to be sick like a dog for a day or two, as we were, and then it's all over. I think it must be the same thing with love."
"I daresay you are right, but——"
"But what?"
"I can't follow your advice."
"Why not?"