He repeated this in a voice of impersonal courtesy, and went on to the next group. Helen Curtis settled back in her chair and smiled up at her lover.
“We shall be at sea at least two days longer,” he said, exultantly.
“Ah, what shall we do to pass the time?” she interrupted, with mocking coquetry.
“Chug-chug, chug-chug!”
It was the liner.
“Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-day of past Regret and future Fears—”
This was Omar, but Miss Curtis would not listen.
“I've an aversion to your eloquent old heathen,” she pleaded. “You must not quote him, really.”
“If you insist, I'll refrain. Can't I even quote 'A book of verses underneath the bough—'”
“Oh, not on any account! That least of all.”