'So you have come,' she said.

Then, when the door was shut, she flung herself into his arms.
He was dressed as a miner might be dressed who was off work and out for a holiday;--clean, rough, and arranged with a studied intention to look as little like a gentleman as possible.

The main figure and manner were so completely those of a gentleman that the disguise was not perfect; but yet he was rough.

She was dressed with all the pretty care which a woman can use when she expects her lover to see her in morning costume.
Anything more unlike the Mrs.Smith of the ship could not be imagined.
If she had been attractive then, what was she now?
If her woman's charms sufficed to overcome his prudence while they were so clouded, what effect would they have upon him now?
And she was in his arms! Here there was no quartermaster to look after the proprieties;--no Mrs.Crompton, no Mrs.Callander, no Miss Green to watch with a hundred eyes for the exchange of a chance kiss in some moment of bliss.

'So you have come! Oh, my darling oh, my love!' No doubt it was all just as it should be.
If a lady may not call the man to whom she is engaged her love and her darling, what proper use can there be for such words?
And into whose arms is she to jump, if not into his?
As he pressed her to his heart, and pressed his lips to hers, he told himself that he ought to have arranged it all by letter.
'Why Cettini ?' he asked.