"Why, Harry Mallory, you know it's impossible."
Like a sort of benevolent Satan, he laid the ground for his abduction: "You'll leave me, then, to spend three years without you—out among those Manila women."
She shook her head in terror at this vision. "It would be too horrible for words to have you marry one of those mahogany sirens."
He held out the apple. "Better come along, then."
"But how can I? We're not married."
He answered airily: "Oh, I'm sure there's a minister on board."
"But it would be too awful to be married with all the passengers gawking. No, I couldn't face it. Good-bye, honey."
She turned away, but he caught her arm: "Don't you love me?"
"To distraction. I'll wait for you, too."
"Three years is a long wait."