So we went on deck; I overhearing one of the ladies talk some nonsense about her never having read or heard of anything more deliciously romantic and exciting than the young sailor rescuing a pretty girl from a wreck and falling in love with her.
"Did you hear that, Mary?" I whispered.
"Yes," she answered.
"Was it romantic?"
"I think so."
"And exciting?"
"Dreadfully."
"And did they live happily ever afterwards?"
"We shall see."
"Darling, it is romantic, and it is exciting, to us, and to no one else. Yes, very romantic now that I come to think of it; but all has come about so gradually that I have never thought of the romance that runs through our story. What time did we have to think? Mutineers out of Wapping are no polite garnishers to a love story; and romance must be pretty stoutly bolt-roped not to be blown to smithereens by a hurricane."