“Really, this is very mysterious. When are you coming back?”
“I am not coming back.”
“Oh, well,” said Morris, “I give it up. I think I have scored the unusual triumph of managing to be wrong in everything that I have said. Have I not?”
“I think you have.”
“And you refuse to put me right?”
“Certainly.”
“I don’t think you are quite fair, Miss Earle.”
“I don’t think I ever claimed to be, Mr. Morris. But I am tired of walking now. You see, I have been walking the deck for considerably longer than you have. I think I shall sit down for a while.”
“Let me take you to your chair.”
Miss Earle smiled. “It would be very little use,” she said.