"I'm glad I met you, Veath; we'll get along famously, I'm sure.

There's no reason why we shouldn't make the voyage a jolly one.

I think we'd better get ready for luncheon," said Hugh, looking at his watch.
Hugh took his departure, and fifteen minutes later was seated at one of the tables in the dining-room with Grace beside him.

He had told her of the missionary story and was trying to smile before her display of genuine annoyance.
"But I don't want him to treat me as if I were a missionary," she pouted.

"What fun can a missionary have ?" "Oho, you want to have fun with him, eh?
That's the way the wind blows, is it?
I'll just tell Mr.Veath that you pray night and day, and that you don't like to be disturbed.