It made her think of a little moon which could breathe like herself.
"It all goes to show how deceptive appearances can be," went on Veath easily.

"Don't you want to walk, Miss Ridge?
I'm sure you need exercise." "I promised Hugh I would drive away his blues, Mr.Veath.Thank you, but I believe I'll sit here for a while and then go below," she said, a trifle disconnectedly.
"We'll take Hugh along," said Veath obligingly.

"Come along, both of you." "Excuse me, Henry, but I don't feel like walking," said Hugh, a tinge of sullenness in his manner.
"Lazy, eh?
Well, I'll bring Miss Ridge back in half an hour.

You wouldn't have me wander about this dismal old boat alone, would you?
Smoke a cigar, Hugh, and I'll take care of your sister while you count the stars." He offered Hugh a cigar.
Hugh rose suddenly and started away.
"Hugh!" called she, "come and walk with us." He could distinguish the loving entreaty, the trouble in her tones, but he was unreasonable.
"Never mind me," he sang out with an assumption of cheerfulness.

Grace flushed hotly, her heart swelling with injured pride.