'It is hardly respectable.'
She would have been still more inclined to object had she known that
Lesbia's companion had been 'that man' rather than 'those men.'
'What do you mean by all night?' Lesbia retorted, contemptuously; 'it is
only just twelve.'
'Only twelve. I thought we were close upon daylight. I have suffered an
eternity of agony.'
'I am very sorry you should be ill; but really the sea has been so
deliciously calm.'
'I believe I should have suffered less if it had been diabolically
rough. Oh, that monotonous flip-flap of the water, that slow heaving of
the boat! Nothing could be worse.'
'I am glad to hear you say that, for Don Gomez says we are likely to
have a tempest.'
'A tempest!' shrieked Georgie. 'Then let him stop the boat this instant
and put me on shore. Tell him to land me anywhere--on the Needles even.
I could stop at the lighthouse till morning. A storm at sea will be
simply my death.'
'Dear Lady Kirkbank, I was only joking,' said Lesbia, who did not want
to be worried by her chaperon's nervous apprehensions: 'so far the night
is lovely.
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