"I am, anyway."
It was late. The lights of the little town had blinked out one by one. Only the red light on the stone pier was burning.
Fenella recovered her gaiety after a while, shouted for echoes to the Castle rock, and then took Stowell's arm to go down the companion.
On reaching the darkened saloon she stepped on tiptoe and dropped her voice under pretence of not disturbing her father, who would be asleep. At the door of her cabin she ceased laughing and said,
"Hush! I'm going to say something."
"What?"
"I don't know if you're aware of it, but ever since I came home you've been calling me 'Miss Stanley,' and I've been calling you—anything."
"Well?"
"We used to call each other by our Christian names before. Couldn't we go back to that?"
"Would you like to?"