"How very odd!" she said, with a malicious gleam in her eyes. "You
are as wonderfully well-informed concerning the sea as you are
on all other subjects. How good it must seem to be so awfully
intelligent."

"It isn't often that I find anyone who asks really intelligent
questions, you know, Lady Jane. Your profound quest for knowledge
forced my dormant intellect into action, and I remembered that a
ship invariably has a rudder or something like that."

"I see it requires the weightiest of questions to arouse your
intellect." The wind was blowing the stray hairs ruthlessly across
her face and she looked very, very pretty.

"Intellects are so very common nowadays that 'most anything will
arouse them. Quentin says his man Turk has a brain, and if Turk has
a brain I don't see how the rest of us can escape. I'd like to be a
porpoise."

"What an ambition! Why not a whale or a, shark?"

"If I were a shark you'd be afraid of me, and if I were a whale I
could not begin to get into your heart."

"That's the best thing you've said since you were seasick," she
said, sweetly.

"I'm glad you didn't hear what I said when I was seasick."

"Oh! I've heard brother Bob say things," loftily.