"Yes, but—but I do not feel as though I could ever touch that money."
"You will have no choice. The courts will decide that."
She glanced aside at me shyly, and one hand rested on the rail of the boat.
"I know what I would like to do with some of it."
"What?"
"Buy this—this boat."
"In memory?"
"Of course—you loved me then."
"And now, and always. Do you know what is the first thing I shall do when we make Pensacola?"
"No."