I knew that my punishment had already begun.
We paced the deck in silence; and once, as we walked far aft, I saw, leaning upon the railing of the intermediate deck, and looking towards us--Boyd Madras; and the words of that letter which he wrote on the No Man's Sea came to me.
At length she said: "You have made no reply to my last remark.

Are we to be friends, and not lovers?
Or shall you cherish enmity against me?
Or, worse still,"-- and here she laughed, I thought, a little ironically,--"avoid me, and be as icy as you have been--fervid ?" "Mrs.Falchion," I said, "your enemy I do not wish to be--I could not be if I wished; but, for the rest, you must please let me see what I may think of myself to-morrow.

There is much virtue in to-morrow," I added.
"It enables one to get perspective." "I understand," she said; and then was silent.

We walked the deck slowly for several minutes.

Then we were accosted by two ladies of a committee that had the fancy-dress ball in hand.