"What do you say?"
"While there is life there is hope; but in sailors, they tell me, there is not always constancy," meditated Rosetta, aloud.
"Not always, dear; only sometimes. Once would be enough for us. But do you know where you are leading me? For Heaven's sake, Rosetta, don't say anything you do not mean!"
"I take back my words, Richard. Perhaps I lost my way in this darkness. I am not well informed in these matters."
"No, dear, so I see," answered Tregurtha, gently, as the high hope of an instant died in his breast forgotten.
"And you have my 'Logic' still in your pocket," suggested Rosetta, melting again into tears.
"So I have! There—don't cry any more to-day. To-morrow I give you leave to cry, because you will then have forgotten all about it. Shall I tell you, senorita, who should have been your lover instead of me?"
"Please," whispered Rosetta, ashamed but curious.
"Job," said Tregurtha solemnly; and, the sailor nature being too strong for him, he kissed her lips, then left her under her chestnut-tree and went away, nor ever looked behind him.