121/179 This is the last night, and it's hard to manage, as the last night always is. I suppose the last night on earth--" "Basil!" she implored. But what I want is to see a Dutch lugger. I've never seen a Dutch lugger, and--" She suddenly pressed his arm, and in obedience to the signal he was silent; though it seemed afterwards that he ought to have gone on talking as if he did not see Burnamy and Miss Triscoe swinging slowly by. They were walking close together, and she was leaning forward and looking up into his face while he talked. |