As for the _Martha_, Mr.Sheldon, we'll rush the stuff ashore this afternoon and sail by sundown." As the two men returned down the path to their boat, Sheldon regarded Joan quizzically.
"There's romance for you," he said, "and adventure--gold-hunting among the cannibals." "A title for a book," she cried.

"Or, better yet, 'Gold-Hunting Among the Head-Hunters.' My! wouldn't it sell!" "And now aren't you sorry you became a cocoanut planter ?" he teased.
"Think of investing in such an adventure." "If I did," she retorted, "Von Blix wouldn't be finicky about my joining in the cruise to Malaita." "I don't doubt but what he would jump at it." "What do you think of them ?" she asked.
"Oh, old Von Blix is all right, a solid sort of chap in his fashion; but Tudor is fly-away--too much on the surface, you know.

If it came to being wrecked on a desert island, I'd prefer Von Blix." "I don't quite understand," Joan objected.

"What have you against Tudor ?" "You remember Browning's 'Last Duchess' ?" She nodded.
"Well, Tudor reminds me of her--" "But she was delightful." "So she was.

But she was a woman.