'Yes, Miss!'
'Phoebe, not Miss, please.'
'I wasn't going to say Miss.'
'What were you going to say?'
'Why, mate, yes, mate! I get into the habit of it at sea,' he apologised.
'I like it. Call me mate. We are on a cruise together, now, you and I, and I trust myself entirely in your hands, captain.'
'What was it you fared to ask, mate, when you called "George"?'
'Oh, this. The wind is cold, and I want my cloak and hood, they are down somewhere behind the seat in the cart. If I take the reins will you lean over and get them?'
'You won't upset the trap?'
'No.' He brought up the cloak and adjusted it round Phoebe's shoulders, and drew the hood over her bonnet, she would have it to cover her head.