The owner of
a yacht!'
'Rather ignominious for poor Smithson, isn't it? But men who own yachts
are only mortal, and are sometimes wretched sailors. Smithson is feeble
on that point, as I know of old.'
'Then wasn't it rather cruel of us to sail his yacht?'
'Yachts are meant for sailing, and again, sea-sickness is supposed to be
a wholesome exercise.'
'Good-night.'
'Good-night,' both good nights in Spanish, and with a touch of
tenderness which the words could hardly have expressed in English.
'Must you really go?' pleaded Montesma, holding her hand just a thought
longer than he had ever held it before.
'Ah, the little more, and how much it is,' says the poet.
'Really and truly.'
'I am so sorry. I wish you could have stayed on deck all night.'
'So do I, with all my heart. This calm sea under the starlit sky is like
a dream of heaven.'
'It is very nice, but if you stayed I think I could promise you
considerable variety. We shall have a tempest before morning.'
'Of all things in the world I should love to see a thunderstorm at sea.
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