"There are so many eyes upon me, I cannot stir without being seen." She raised her head as she spoke, and to give effect to her words, looked round the deck.

Her glance crossed that of the young soldier on the forecastle, and though the distance was too great for her to distinguish his features, she guessed who he was--Miles was jealous.
Frere, smiling with delight at her change of manner, came close to her, and whispered in her ear.

She affected to start, and took the opportunity of exchanging a signal with the Crow.
"I will come at eight o'clock," said she, with modestly averted face.
"They relieve the guard at eight," he said deprecatingly.
She tossed her head.

"Very well, then, attend to your guard; I don't care." "But, Sarah, consider--" "As if a woman in love ever considers!" said she, turning upon him a burning glance, which in truth might have melted a more icy man than he.
-- She loved him then! What a fool he would be to refuse.

To get her to come was the first object; how to make duty fit with pleasure would be considered afterwards.