"You didn't. I'm waiting to hear you."
"What?"
"Tell me whether I'm to go or not."
"What have I to do with it?"
"Everything."
"Your servitude ends the moment we touch land."
"It will never end," said the Tyro in a low voice.
Little Miss Grouch peeked up at him from under the fascinating, slanted brows, and immediately regretted her indiscretion. What she saw in his face stirred within her a sweet and tremulous panic, the like of which she had not before experienced.
"Please don't look at me like that," she said petulantly. "What will people think?"
"People are, for once, minding their own businesses, bless 'em."