"I shall still have them. Aunt Maude won't let us suffer. She's a good old soul."
"Do you think I shall care to partake of Aunt Maude's bounty?"
"Perhaps not. But I am not so stiff-necked. Oh, Ducky Dick, do you think that I am going to let you keep on being poor and priggish and steady-minded?"
"Am I that, Eve?"
"You know you are."
Her laughing eyes challenged him. He would have been less than a man if he had not responded to the appeal of her youth and beauty. "Dicky," she said, "when we are married I am going to give you the time of your young life. All work and no play will make you a dull boy, Dicky."
In the night the clouds came up over the moon, and when the late and lazy party appeared on deck for luncheon, Marie-Louise complained. "I hate it this way. There's going to be a storm."
There was a storm before night. It blew up tearingly from the south and there was menace in it and madness.
Winifred and Eve were good sailors. But Marie-Louise went to pieces. She was frantic with fear, and as the night wore on, Richard found himself much concerned for her.
She insisted on staying on deck. "I feel like a rat in a trap when I am inside. I want to face it."