"We shall have a bit of a toss," said the captain. "Couldn't expect to
get to Australia on a mill pond."
"Mill pond do you call the swells we have had the last few days?"
"Almost," replied the captain, leaving him unceremoniously, and
shouting some orders to his crew.
Thus left, Cardo fell again into a deep reverie. Yes, it looked black
before them! "But I have always wished to see a storm at sea, and if I
only had Valmai with me, I should be joyous and exultant; but instead
of that, I am alone, and have a strange foreboding of some evil to
come. I can't be well, though I'm sure I don't know where I ail, for I
feel alright, and I eat like a horse."
"Come, Mr. Wynne," said one of the ladies, who had marked his serious
looks, "we must really call you to account! You have fallen into a
brown study again. You must let us cheer you up. We can't have the
very life of the party losing his spirits. Now if you had left your
wife at home, as Mr. Dawson has!"
"I have done that," said Cardo, "but I am not at all likely to fall
into low spirits. I have never in my life known what that means; but a
man, more especially a married man, must have his moments of serious
thought sometimes."
"Yes, of course," said the lady, with a considerable diminution of
interest in "the handsome Mr. Wynne!" "You have left your little ones
too, I suppose?"
"No," said Cardo, laughing, "I have none."
"Ah, indeed, that's a pity!" and she took the first opportunity of
joining her friend, and telling her of her discovery.
Cardo continued to look out to sea. No, bad enough to leave Valmai,
but "little ones"? Would that time ever come? and as he pondered, a
fresh idea seemed to strike him. It was evidently a painful one, it
stung him like the lash of a whip, and clenching his hands, and
muttering something between his teeth, he roused himself hastily, and
joined a party of young people, who were amusing themselves with the
pranks of a little boy, who, delighted with the notice taken of him,
strutted about and gave his orders, in imitation of the captain.
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