Be not so young and thoughtless.' The Countess then proceeded to tell him how foolishly he had let slip his great opportunity.

A Portuguese would have fixed the young lady long before.

By tender moonlight, in captivating language, beneath the umbrageous orange-groves, a Portuguese would have accurately calculated the effect of the perfume of the blossom on her sensitive nostrils, and know the exact moment when to kneel, and declare his passion sonorously.
'Yes,' said Evan, 'one of them did.

She told me.' 'She told you?
And you--what did you do ?' 'Laughed at him with her, to be sure.' 'Laughed at him! She told you, and you helped her to laugh at love! Have you no perceptions?
Why did she tell you ?' 'Because she thought him such a fool, I suppose.' 'You never will know a woman,' said the Countess, with contempt.
Much of his worldly sister at a time was more than Evan could bear.
Accustomed to the symptoms of restiveness, she finished her discourse, enjoyed a quiet parade up and down under the gaze of the lieutenant, and could find leisure to note whether she at all struck the inferior seamen, even while her mind was absorbed by the multiform troubles and anxieties for which she took such innocent indemnification.
The appearance of the Hon.

Melville Jocelyn on deck, and without his wife, recalled her to business.