“You ought to know,” he rejoined; “you’re sitting on top of ’em like a bally Lorelei!”
“If that’s your opinion, hadn’t you better steer for the open sea, John?”
“Certainly I’d better. But you look so sweet up there, with your classical golden hair, that I think I’ll risk the rocks.”
“Please don’t! There’s a deadly whirlpool under them. I’m looking down at it now.”
“What do you see at the bottom, Ilse? Human bones?”
“I can’t see the bottom. It’s all surface, like a shining mirror.”
“I’ll come over and take a look at it with you.”
“I think you’ll only see our own faces reflected.... I think you’d better not come.”
“I’ll be there in about half an hour,” he said gaily.