"To-morrow--to-morrow, Philip?
You are laughing at me.

I could not--how could I marry you to-morrow ?" "Guida, dearest,"-- he took her hands more tightly now--"you must indeed.
The day after to-morrow my ship is going to Portsmouth for two months.
Then we return again here, but I will not go now unless I go as your husband!" "Oh, no, I could not--it is impossible, Philip! It is madness--it is wrong.

My grandfather--" "Your grandfather need not know, sweetheart." "How can you say such wicked things, Philip ?" "My dearest, it is not necessary for him to know.

I don't want any one to know until I come back from Portsmouth.

Then I shall have a ship of my own--commander of the Araminta I shall be then.