"I will let them alone from this out.

Thank goodness, I shall not have them under my eyes very long." "Oh, I don't think there's any harm done yet," said her husband, with a laugh.
At dinner there seemed so little harm of the kind he meant that she suffered from an illogical disappointment.

The young people got through the meal with no talk that seemed inductive; Burnamy left the table first, and Miss Triscoe bore his going without apparent discouragement; she kept on chatting with March till his wife took him away to their chairs on deck.
There were a few more ships in sight than there were in mid-ocean; but the late twilight thickened over the North Sea quite like the night after they left New York, except that it was colder; and their hearts turned to their children, who had been in abeyance for the week past, with a remorseful pang.

"Well," she said, "I wish we were going to be in New York to-morrow, instead of Hamburg." "Oh, no! Oh, no!" he protested.

"Not so bad as that, my dear.