vily foliaged, set
curtseying by the summer wind.

"I hope, Miss," said Caudel, pulling off his Scotch cap, "as how I see
you well this morning, freed of that there nausey as Mr. Barclay was a
telling me you suffered from?"

"I trust to get used to the sea quickly--the motion of the yacht is not
what I like," she answered, with her face averted from him, taking a
peep at me to observe if I saw that she felt ashamed and would not
confront him.

He perceived this too, and knuckling his forehead said, "It's but a
little of the sea ye shall have, miss, if so be it lies in my power to
keep this here _Spitfire_ awalking," and so speaking he moved off,
singing out some idle order as he did so by way of excusing his abrupt
departure.

"I wish we were quite alone, Herbert," said my sweetheart, drawing me
to the yacht's rail.

"So do I, my own, but not here--not in the middle of the sea."

"I did not think of bringing a veil--your men stare so."

"And so do I," said I, letting my gaze sink fair into her eyes, which
she had upturned to mine. "You wouldn't have me rebuke the poor,
harmless, sailor men for doing what I am every instant guilty
of--admiring you, I mean, to the very topmost height of my capacity in
that way--but here comes Master Bobby Allett with the breakfast."

"Herbert, I could not eat for worlds."

"Are you so much in love as all that?"

She shook her head, and looked at the flowing lines of green water
which melted into snow, as they came curving, with glass-clear backs,
to the ruddy streak of the yacht's sheathing. However, the desire to
keep her at sea until we could land ourselves close to the spot where
we were to be married made me too anxious to conquer the uneasiness
which the motion of the vessel excited to humour her. I coaxed and
implored, and eventually got her below, and by dint of talking and
engaging her attention, and making her forget herself, so to speak, I
managed to betray her into breaking her fast with a cup of tea and a
fragment of cold chicken. This was an accomplishment of which I had
some reason to feel proud; but then, to be sure, I was in the secret,
knowing this; that sea nausea is entirely an affair of the nerves; that
no sufferer is ill in his sleep, no matter how high the sea may be
running, or how unendurable to his waking senses the sky-high capers
and abysmal plunges of the craft may be, and that the correct treatment
for sea-sickness is--not to think of it. In