She liked him thoroughly, finding the contrast between him and his volatile friend a great relief.
Fisher never talked frivolities; indeed, he seldom talked at all.

Yet to Molly the hour he spent beside her on that sunny day in the Mediterranean passed as pleasantly and easily as she could have desired.
Captain Fisher might seem heavy to others, but never to her--a fact of which secretly she was rather proud.
II "Come up on deck!" whispered Charlie in an eager undertone.

"There's no one there, and the night is divine." Molly Erie looked at the strange figure in fancy-dress beside her and laughed aloud.

She had not allowed Charlie a _tete-a-tete_ for many days, but she felt that he could scarcely attempt to be sentimental in that costume.
She went with him, therefore, thinking what a pretty girl he would have made.
Charlie led her to the deck-rail.

His ridiculous figure was less obtrusively absurd in the dim light.