That newspaper man scarcely remembers your existence at the present moment.

He has discovered Mr.Raymond Greene....

Tell me, why do you look so white and unhappy ?" "I am sorry the voyage is over," he confessed.
"So am I, for that matter," she assented.

"I have loved every minute of the last few days, but then we knew all the time, didn't we, that it was just an interlude?
The things which lie before us are so full of interest." "It is the next few hours which I fear," he muttered gloomily.
She laughed at him.
"Foolish! If there had been any one on this side who wanted to ask you disagreeable questions, they wouldn't have waited to meet you on the quay.

They'd have come down the harbour and held us up.