"How do you like it?" cried the young lady he was thinking of, with a suddenness that made Morris jump in his chair.
"Like it?" he cried; "oh, I like it immensely."
"How far have you got?" she continued.
"How far? Oh, a great distance. Very much farther than I would have thought it possible when I began this voyage."
Miss Earle turned and looked at him with wide-open eyes, as he made this strange reply.
"What are you speaking of?" she said.
"Oh, of everything—of the book, of the voyage, of the day."
"I was speaking of the book," she replied quietly. "Are you sure you have not fallen asleep and been dreaming?"
"Fallen asleep? No. Dreaming? Yes."
"Well, I hope your dreams have been pleasant ones."
"They have."
Miss Earle, who seemed to think it best not to follow her investigations any further, turned once more to her own book, and read it until it was time to dress for dinner.
When that important meal was over, Morris said to Miss Earle: "Do you know you still owe me part of the day?"
