She passed her arm through mine, and leaned a little towards me. It was
at such moments that I found her so dangerously sweet.
"Ah!" she murmured, "I wish that that were the only reason!"
I pressed her arm to mine, but I said nothing. When I could avoid it, I
preferred not to discuss those other matters. We walked to the ship's
side, and leaned over to watch the phosphorus. Suddenly she whispered in
my ear, her lips were so close to my cheek that I felt her warm breath.
"Jim," she said, "do you love me very much?"
I would have kissed the lips which dared to ask such a question, but she
drew a little away. It was not that which she wanted--just then.
"Listen," she murmured, "but do not look at me. Watch that star there,
sinking down towards the sea--there near the horizon. Now listen. When
we land at New York, let us run away from everything, from everybody. We
can go west to Mexico and beyond! There are beautiful countries there
which I have always wanted to see. Let us lose ourselves for a year, two
years--longer even.
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