The giant did not follow; and Mr.Vetch, folding his arms, and assuming an attitude of easy contempt, directed his attention to Sarah Purfoy.

She seemed an object of general attraction, for at the same moment a young soldier ran up the ladder to the forecastle, and eagerly bent his gaze in her direction.
Maurice Frere had come behind her and touched her on the shoulder.

Since their conversation the previous evening, he had made up his mind to be fooled no longer.

The girl was evidently playing with him, and he would show her that he was not to be trifled with.
"Well, Sarah!" "Well, Mr.Frere," dropping her hand, and turning round with a smile.
"How well you are looking to-day! Positively lovely!" "You have told me that so often," says she, with a pout.

"Have you nothing else to say ?" "Except that I love you." This in a most impassioned manner.
"That is no news.