He can't help it--I can't.

I have a special fit on me now.

Why don't I keep it to myself?
Because I'm selfish, and it does me good to talk.

You and I are in one secret together, and it has made me feel like sharing this thing with a pal, I suppose." I seized his hand and begged his pardon, and called myself unpleasant names, which he on the instant stopped, and said: "That's all right, Marmy; shake till the knuckles crack! I'm off.

Don't forget the dance." He disappeared down the passage.
Then I went on deck, and the scene which I have so imperfectly described passed before me.