_He_ cares nothing for the heaving planks.

The taste of the salt air gives _him_ an appetite.

An _appetite_! Oh, prodigious! I must say I think he might have been a _little_ more feeling, might have expressed himself a _little_ more sympathetically.
By dint of thinking over Sir Roger's iniquities on this head, I gradually work myself up into such a state of righteous indignation and injury against him, that when, after a longish interval, the door again opens to readmit him, I affect neither to see nor hear him, nor be in any way conscious of his presence.

Through the chinks of my fingers, dolorously spread over my face, I see that he has sat down on the other side of the table, just opposite me, and that he is smiling in the same unmirthful, gently sarcastic way, as he was when he left me.
"Nancy," he says, "I have been thinking what a pity it is that I have not a _yacht_! We might have taken our own time then, and done it enjoyably--made quite a pleasure-trip of it." I drop my hands into my lap.
"People's ideas of pleasure differ," I say, with trite snappishness.
"Yes," he answers, a little sadly, "no two people look at any thing in _quite_ the same way, do they ?--not even husband and wife." "I suppose not," say I, still thinking of the steward.
"Do you know," he says, leaning his arms and his crossed hands on the table between us, and steadfastly regarding me, "that I never saw you look miserable before, never?
I did not even know that you _could_!" "I am not _miserable_," I answer, rather ashamed of myself, "that is far too strong a word! Of course I am a little disappointed." Then I mumble off into an indistinctness, whence the nouns "House--warming," "Bobby," "Gold Coast," crop out audibly.
"After all," he says, still regarding me, and speaking kindly, yet a little coldly too, "you need not look so woebegone.

They say second thoughts are best, do not they?
Well, I have been thinking second thoughts, and--I have altered my mind." "You are going to stay at home ?" cry I, at the top of my voice, jumping up in an ecstasy, and beginning to clap my hands.
"No," he says, gently, "not quite _that_, as I explained to you before, that is impossible: but--do not be downcast--something nearly as good.