"I think
it's all right. You can see the Captain is in love with her, and
she with him. No, we've nothing to reproach ourselves with."
"But--but--but so sudden!" whispered Condy, all aghast. "That's
what makes me faint--the suddenness of it."
"It shows how much they are in love, how--how readily they--
adapted themselves to each other. No, it's all right."
"They seemed to like us--actually."
"Well, they had better--if they knew the truth. Without us they
never would have met."
"They both asked us to come out and see them again, did you notice
that? Let's do it, Blix," Condy suddenly exclaimed; "let's get to
know them!"
"Of course we must. Wouldn't it be fun to call on them--to get
regularly acquainted with them!"
"They might ask us to dinner some time."
"And think of the stories he could tell you!"
They enthused immediately upon this subject, both talking
excitedly at the same time, going over the details of the
Captain's yarns, recalling the incidents to each other.
"Fancy!" exclaimed Condy--"fancy Billy Isham in his pajamas, red
and white stripes, reading Shakespeare from that pulpit on board
the ship, and the other men guying him! Isn't that a SCENE for
you? Can't you just SEE it?
"I wonder if the Captain wasn't making all those things up as he
went along. He don't seem to have any sense of right and wrong at
all. He might have been lying, Condy."
"What difference would that make?"
And so they went along in that fine, clear, Western morning, on
the edge of the Continent, both of them young and strong and
vigorous, the Pacific under their eyes, the great clean Trades
blowing in their faces, the smell of the salt sea coming in long
aromatic whiffs to their nostrils.
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