"What do you know about things that are good for you?" asked she. "That only; that they make one sore. For indeed I do not think that things that are good for one _are_ good for one. You understand?" he added, hopefully. "Perfectly," said the Capsina, and they laughed again, causelessly. The evening brought calmer weather, and to them somewhat calmer spirits, and that night after supper they talked quite soberly. "Oh, but it is a strange world," said the Capsina; "to think that a week ago I had never set eyes on you, and now--well, there is no one in the world I know better. I have taken you as I found you, and you me; we have asked no questions of father or mother, and here we are. Oh, it is a strange world!" she said again. Now there was perhaps no subject in the world to which Mitsos had dedicated less thought than the strangeness of the world. So he waited in silence. "Is it not so?" went on Sophia. "What could have been less likely than the chance that put your boat in to Nauplia that night, and on the one tack. For, indeed, if you had taken two tacks, and so I had lost my pound to Kanaris, I should not have stopped there." "Then should I at this hour have been catching the little fish in the bay," said Mitsos, "and that is only worth the doing when there is nothing forward. Yet I like the bay," he added, thinking of Suleima, "for I have had many good hours there. See, there is Taygetus, all snow! You would say she was a bride," he added, with an altogether unusual employment of metaphor.