Maisie, darling, come with me and see what the world is really like.

It's very lovely, and it's very horrible,--but I won't let you see anything horrid,--and it doesn't care your life or mine for pictures or anything else except doing its own work and making love.

Come, and I'll show you how to brew sangaree, and sling a hammock, and--oh, thousands of things, and you'll see for yourself what colour means, and we'll find out together what love means, and then, maybe, we shall be allowed to do some good work.
Come away!' 'Why ?' said Maisie.
'How can you do anything until you have seen everything, or as much as you can?
And besides, darling, I love you.

Come along with me.

You have no business here; you don't belong to this place; you're half a gipsy,--your face tells that; and I--even the smell of open water makes me restless.