"But what are you doing, Opal?" he asked in the most innocent surprise. "Merely keeping a wakeful man company beneath the stars!"
"Is that ...all?"
"All ...now!"
They stood silently for a minute, hand still in hand, looking far out over the moonlit waters, each conscious of the trend of the other's thoughts—the beating of the other's heart. The deck was deserted by all save their two selves—they two alone in the big starlit universe. At last she spoke.
"This is interesting, isn't it?"
"Of course!—holding your hand!"
She snatched it from him. "I forgot you had it," she said.
"Forget again!"
"No, I won't!... Is it always interesting?... holding a girl's hand?"
"It depends upon the girl, I suppose! I was enjoying it immensely just then."