I must go out again, and be alone, and turn my mind to many things to-day.' The Captain looked at the Instrument-maker, and looked at Florence, and again at the Instrument-maker.

'To-morrow, then,' he suggested, at last.
'Yes, yes.

To-morrow,' said the old man.

'Think of me to-morrow.

Say to-morrow.' 'I shall come here early, mind, Sol Gills,' stipulated the Captain.
'Yes, yes.