"Time oughtn't to be reckoned at all at sea, so that people who feel
themselves getting old might sail forth into the deep and defy the old
man with the hour-glass."

"I like the idea. Such people could become fishers--permanently,
and grow very wise from so much brain food."

"They wouldn't eat, Mr. Armitage. Brain-food forsooth! You talk like a
breakfast-food advertisement. My idea--mine, please note--is for such
fortunate people to sail in pretty little boats with orange-tinted sails
and pick up lost dreams. I got a hint of that in a pretty poem once--

"'Time seemed to pause a little pace,
I heard a dream go by.'"

"But out here in mid-ocean a little boat with lateen sails wouldn't have
much show. And dreams passing over--the idea is pretty, and is creditable
to your imagination. But I thought your fancy was more militant. Now, for
example, you like battle pictures--" he said, and paused inquiringly.

She looked at him quickly.

"How do you know I do?"

"You like Detaille particularly."

"Am I to defend my taste?--what's the answer, if you don't mind?"

"Detaille is much to my liking, also; but I prefer Flameng, as a strictly