I admit it." "No," he answered; "I suppose that I was too excited." "What were you thinking of when we bumped against the rocks ?" she asked again.
"Well, now that you mention it," he replied, rubbing his forehead with his left hand like a man newly awakened, "I could think of nothing but that song of yours, which you sang upon the vessel.

Everything grew dark for an instant, and through the darkness I remembered the song." "Are you married ?" she asked, as though speaking to herself.
"No; I am engaged." "Then, why----" and she stopped, confused.
Morris guessed what had been in her mind, and of a sudden felt terribly ashamed.
"Because of that witch-song of yours," he answered, with a flash of anger, "which made me forget everything." She smiled and answered.

"It wasn't the song; it was the excitement and struggle which blotted out the rest.

One does not really think at all at such moments, or so I believe.

I know that I didn't, not just when we bumped against the rock.