“A woman’s reason—because.”
They walked the length of the deck in silence.
“Come, now,” she said, “confess. What is it?”
“John.”
Miss Jessop laughed heartily, but quietly.
“You think John commonplace, I suppose?”
“Oh, it suits you, Mr. Buel. Goodbye.”
As the young woman found her place in the book, she mused, “How blind men are, after all—with his name in full on the passage list.” Then she said to herself, with a sigh, “I do wish I had bought this book instead of Hodden’s.”