Jealous!" "I think you are--and you've no need to be.

He is a stupid booby, though he is Lieutenant Frere." "So he is.

You are right there, by the Lord." Sarah Purfoy laughed a low, full-toned laugh, whose sound made Blunt's pulse take a jump forward, and sent the blood tingling down to his fingers ends.
"Captain Blunt," said she, "you're going to do a very silly thing." He came close to her and tried to take her hand.
"What ?" She answered by another question.
"How old are you ?" "Forty-two, if you must know." "Oh! And you are going to fall in love with a girl of nineteen." "Who is that ?" "Myself!" she said, giving him her hand and smiling at him with her rich red lips.
The mizen hid them from the man at the wheel, and the twilight of tropical stars held the main-deck.

Blunt felt the breath of this strange woman warm on his cheek, her eyes seemed to wax and wane, and the hard, small hand he held burnt like fire.
"I believe you are right," he cried.

"I am half in love with you already." She gazed at him with a contemptuous sinking of her heavily fringed eyelids, and withdrew her hand.
"Then don't get to the other half, or you'll regret it." "Shall I ?" asked Blunt.