“Thank you. I'll go on deck, I think, and you may call the boy to go for my rug.”
He put her on the lee side, and wrapped her in a McCallum plaid, and brought her some magazines from his own stateroom. Then he stood erect and saluted.
“Madam, have I the honor to be dismissed?”
She looked up and gave a friendly smile in spite of herself.
“You are very good,” she said. “I am always remembering that you are good, and the thought annoys me.”
“Oh, it needn't,” he responded, in a philosophic tone, looking off towards the jagged line of the horizon, where the purple waves showed their changing outline. “If you are wondering why it is that you dislike me when you find nothing of which to disapprove in my conduct, don't let that puzzle you any longer. Regard does not depend upon character. The mystery of attraction has never been solved. Now, I've seen women more beautiful than you; I know many who are more learned; as for a sense of justice and fairness, why, I don't think you understand the first principles. Yet you are the one woman, in the world for me. Now that you've taken love out of my life, this world is nothing more to me than a workshop. I shall get up every morning and put myself at my bench, so to speak, and work till nightfall. Then I shall sleep. It is dull, but it doesn't matter. I have been at some trouble to convince myself of the fact that it doesn't matter, and I value the conviction. Life isn't as disheartening as it would be if it lasted longer.
“'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realms of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and prepares it for another guest.”
Miss Curtis sat up in her chair, and her eyes were flashing indignation.
“I won't listen in silence to the profanity of that old heathen,” she cried.
“You refer to my friend Omar?” inquired Paine, quizzically, dropping his earnestness as soon as she assumed it.