So, as they walked up and down he told the story of what had occurred; several times they paused at the rail to look at the riding lights that marked the position of the blockade runner, and while one sighed in rapturous satisfaction at the thought of the beauty aboard the Sterling Castle, the other experienced quite a different emotion.
Cleo asked questions, and seemed bound to know all, so he felt compelled to tell her.
Her interest in Georgia grew with each passing day, and strange to say the yearning to meet and know this daughter of the tropics became an absorbing dream—she felt as though destiny drew their life lines in the same channel, these two who both loved Roderic Owen.
Perhaps he was wise enough to refrain from entering into minute particulars when describing the interview with Georgia—even men head over heels in love are given a small amount of common sense on occasions of this kind.
Finally Roderic persuaded her to retire.
The hour was late and he himself now confessed to drowsiness.
By this time the town had given up its mad merriment—gone were many of the lights and the music of the band had long since ceased to be a factor in the mighty drama.
Even in the romantic Azores men must take a portion of the night for sleep—it cannot be given wholly over to song and amusement.
Captain Beven was a wary old sea dog.