He will be too much wrapped up in his ship to want for company to whom he must attend and talk." "Ah! there would be no need of that!" said Newcombe, with a lover's smile.
She smiled back at him.
"Good-night!" she said, "and see to it that you eat your fish to-night while it is so fresh." Then she ran up the winding path to her home.
He stood and looked after her until she had disappeared among the shrubbery, after which he walked away.
"I should have said more than I did," he reflected; "seldom have I had so good a chance to speak and urge my case.

It was that confounded ship.
Her mind is all for that and not for me.".