the harm?' another asked. 'They'd do just the same on land.'
'They wouldn't do it on the public streets, I suppose,' said Mrs. Peck. 'And they wouldn't do it if Mr. Porterfield was round!'
'Isn't that just where your confusion comes in?' I inquired. 'It's public enough that Miss Mavis and Mr. Nettlepoint are always together, but it isn't in the least public that she is going to be married.'
'Why, how can you say—when the very sailors know it! The captain knows it and all the officers know it; they see them there—especially at night, when they're sailing the ship.'
'I thought there was some rule———' said Mrs. Gotch.
'Well, there is—that you've got to behave yourself,' Mrs. Peck rejoined. 'So the captain told me—he said they have some rule. He said they have to have, when people are too demonstrative.'
'Too demonstrative?'
'When they attract so much attention.'
'Ah, it's we who attract the attention—by talking about what doesn't concern us and about what we really don't know,' I ventured to declare.
'She said the captain said he would tell on her as soon as we arrive,' Mrs. Gotch interposed.
'She said———? I repeated, bewildered.
'Well, he did say so, that he would think it his duty to inform Mr. Porterfield, when he comes on to meet her—if they keep it up in the same way,' said Mrs. Peck.
'Oh, they'll keep it up, don't you fear!' one of the gentlemen exclaimed.
'Dear madam, the captain is laughing at you.'
