“I beg you not to make a die of it, Scottie, before I get a look at your face.”
“And pray why should you wish to see my face?”
“I am sure I should like it.”
“Suppose you did like it—what would that signify?”
“It might bring about a coincidence, you know.”
“Look, look! there comes the black domino; see how she follows Ingomar! I saw her pointing at him just now, and whispering something in her uncle’s ear. The whirlwind is going to burst on us ere long; don’t you think so?”
“Indeed I do! There is a strange game being played on this boat—it may end in a tragedy.”
“Pray don’t talk that way—you frighten me. I think I had better mention the matter to the queen, and have this nonsense ended at once.”
“No, no! don’t do that, by any means, I beseech you. Our best plan is to remain silent and wait for the denouement.”
“Be it so, then, sir knight. You shall be my champion when the war begins.”