"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?"

"I thought you said you had a very pleasant afternoon."

"So I had. So pleasant, you see, that I want to have the pleasure
prolonged. I want you to come out and have a walk on the deck now in
the starlight. It is a lovely night, and, besides, you are now halfway
across the ocean, and yet I don't think you have been out once to see
the phosphorescence. That is one of the standard sights of an ocean
voyage. Will you come?"

Although the words were commonplace enough, there was a tremor in his
voice which gave a meaning to them that could not be misunderstood.
Miss Earle looked at him with serene composure, and yet with a touch of
reproachfulness in her glance. "He talks like this to me," she said to
herself, "while he is engaged to another woman."

"Yes," she answered aloud, with more firmness in her voice than might
have seemed necessary, "I will be happy to walk on the deck with you to
see the phosphorescence."

He helped to hinder her for a moment in adjusting her wraps, and they
went out in the starlit night together.

"Now," he said, "if we are fortunate enough to find the place behind