It was even whispered that her love for Mr.Stobell was beginning to fade.
"And I don't suppose you'll mind the seasickness after you get used to it," said the considerate Mr.Chalk, "and the storms, and the cyclones, and fogs, and collisions, and all that sort of thing." "If you can stand it, she can," said his wife, angrily.
"But I don't understand," said Mrs.Stobell, appealingly.

"What yachting trip ?" Mrs.Chalk began to explain; Mr.Stobell helped himself to another slice, and, except for a single glance under his heavy brows at Mr.Chalk, appeared to be oblivious of his surroundings.
"It sounds very nice," said Mrs.Stobell, after her friend had finished her explanation.

"Perhaps it might do me good.

I have tried a great many things." "Mr.Stobell ought to have taken you for a voyage long before," said Mrs.
Chalk, with conviction.

"Still, better late than never." "The only thing is," said Mr.Chalk, speaking with an air of great benevolence, "that if the sea didn't suit Mrs.Stobell, she would be unable to get away from it.