On board your own ship you are master with a vengeance--if you like.

And I do like." Faircloth said the last few words softly, but with a weight of meaning not to be misunderstood.

He bent down, once more, chafed Damaris' feet and wrapped his jacket carefully round them.
"And, while you and I are alone together, there is something--as we've spoken so freely--which I want to tell you, so that there may be no misconception about me or about what I want .-- As men in my rank of life go, I am well off.

Rich--again on a small scale; but with means sufficient to meet all my needs.

I'm not a spend-thrift by nature, luckily.