For some time Fyne said nothing; and I thought of the girl going upstairs, appearing before the man.

Were they looking at each other in silence and feeling they were alone in the world as lovers should at the moment of meeting?
But that fine forgetfulness was surely impossible to Anthony the seaman directly after the wrangling interview with Fyne the emissary of an order of things which stops at the edge of the sea.

How much he was disturbed I couldn't tell because I did not know what that impetuous lover had had to listen to.
"Going to take the old fellow to sea with them," I said.

"Well I really don't see what else they could have done with him.

You told your brother- in-law what you thought of it?
I wonder how he took it." "Very improperly," repeated Fyne.