"I remember evenings when you brought me sandwiches and iced cup at a dance--but I don't think you were ever remarkably romantic." Cartwright remembered an evening when they sat under a shaded lamp in a quiet corner of a supper room, listening to music that somehow fired one's blood.

But perhaps it was the iced cup he had generously drunk.
All the same he had not been a fool, though he was tempted.

He knew something about Ellen then, but he knew her better now.

Perhaps it was typical that she had promptly put the box of Eastern cigarettes in her muff.
"Managing ships is not a romantic occupation," he rejoined.
"Anyway, your welcome's kind and I feel shabby because I'm forced to bother you.

But suppose some of your customers arrive ?" "We shall not be disturbed," said Cartwright, smiling.