Somewhat vaguely he remembered his perturbations of the previous night indeed, but now they only moved him to a smile.

Their reasons were so obvious.

Such exaggerated estimates and thoughts follow strange adventures--and in all its details this adventure was very strange--as naturally as nightmares follow indigestion.
Presently Thomas came to call him, and brought up his letters, among them one from Mary containing nothing in particular, for, of course, it had been despatched before her telegram, but written in her usual humorous style, which made him laugh aloud.
There was a postscript to the letter screwed into the unoccupied space between the date line and the "Dearest Morris" at its commencement.

It ran: "How would you like to spend our honeymoon?
In a yacht in the Mediterranean?
I think that would do.

There is nothing like solitude in a wretched little boat to promote mutual understanding.