"Fenella!"
It was the Governor going down the companion. "Time to turn in, girl! We are to breakfast at Port St. Mary at nine in the morning, you know."
"I'm coming, father."
"Good-night, Stowell!"
"Good-night, Sir!"
But he could not let Fenella go. It was a sin to go to bed at all on such a heavenly night. At last, at the top of the companion, he loosed her arm, with a slow asundering, and said,
"The Governor says we are to breakfast at Port St. Mary—do you think we shall if this calm continues?"
She laughed (her laugh seemed to come up from her heart) and said, "I'm not worrying about that."
"No?"
"When a woman has all she wants in the world in one place why should she wish to go to another?"