"Since I retired from business time hangs very heavy sometimes.

I've got a fancy for a small yacht, but I suppose I couldn't go a long voyage in a small one ?" "Smaller the better," said Edward Tredgold, who was sitting by the window watching Miss Drewitt sewing.
Mr.Chalk took his pipe from his mouth and eyed him inquiringly.
"Less to lose," explained Mr.Tredgold, with a scarcely perceptible glance at the captain.

"Look at the dangers you'd be dragging your craft into, Chalk; there would be no satisfying you with a quiet cruise in the Mediterranean." "I shouldn't run into unnecessary danger," said Mr.Chalk, seriously.
"I'm a married man, and there's my wife to think of.

What would become of her if anything happened to me ?" "Why, you've got plenty of money to leave, haven't you ?" inquired Mr.
Tredgold.
"I was thinking of her losing me," replied Mr.Chalk, with a touch of acerbity.
"Oh, I didn't think of that," said the other.

"Yes, to be sure." "Captain Bowers was telling me the other day of a woman who wore widow's weeds for thirty-five years," said Mr.Chalk, impressively.