"Not exactly. I was thirty-seven last August."
"And will be thirty-eight next?"
"That is the logical deduction."
"I shall give you a birthday-gift when you are just twice my age."
"By what courier will you make it reach me?"
"Oh, I forgot. But--Mr. Raleigh?"
"What is it?" he replied, turning to look at her,--for his eyes had been wandering over the deck.
"I thought you would ask me to write to you."
"No, that would not be worth while."
His face was too grave for her to feel indignation.