"There are a great many pretty young women on board, but he seems to ignore them completely.

I haven't seen him speak to a woman in two days." "Perhaps he is in love," she murmured half sedately.

Poor, lonely Hugh! How she longed to steal up from behind and throw her arms about his neck.

Even though both fell overboard, it would be a pleasure, it seemed to her.
"We ought to go over and jolly him up a bit," suggested Veath, innocently magnanimous.

She hated him at that moment.
"He is probably enjoying himself better than if we were with him," she said rather coldly.
"Lovers usually like moonshine," he said.
"I did not say he was in love; 'perhaps' was the word, I think," said Grace.
"I believe one of the rules of love is that a brother never confides in his sister.