 with
her; "yonder is your cabin.  I believe you will find all you want in
it.  Unhappily we have no maid aboard to help you.  But you will be
able to manage, Grace--it is but for a day or two; and if you are not
perfectly happy and comfortable, why, we will make for the nearest
English port and finish the rest of the journey by rail.  But our
little yacht--"

"I must lie down," she interrupted; "this dreadful motion!--get me a
pillow and a rug; I will lie on this sofa."

I could have heaped a hundred injurious names upon my head for not at
once observing that the darling was suffering.  I sprang from her side,
hastily procured a pillow and rug, removed her hat, plunged afresh into
her cabin for some Eau de Cologne and went to work to bathe her brow
and to minister to her in other ways.  To be afflicted with nausea in
the most romantic passage of one's life!  I had never thought of
inquiring whether or not she was a "good sailor," as it is called,
being much too sentimental, much, too much in love to be visited by
misgivings or conjectures in a direction so horribly prosaic as this.

I thought to comfort her by saying that if her sufferings continued we
would head direct for Dover or some adjacent harbour.  But, somehow, my
scheme of elopement having comprised a yachting trip, the programme of
it had grown into a habit of thought with me.  For weeks I had been
looking forward to the trip with the impassioned eagerness of a lover,
delighting my mind with the fancy of having my sweetheart all to myself
in a sense that no excursion on shore could possibly parallel.  On
shore there would be the rude conditions of the railway, the cab, the
hotel, and all the vulgarity of dispatch when in motion.  But the yacht
gave my heart's trick of idealising a chance.  The quiet surface of
sea--I was too much in love to think of a gale of wind; the glories of
the sunset; the new moon; the hushed night; we two on deck; our
impassioned whispers set to music by the
with 
 her; " yonder is your cabin.   I believe you will find all you want in 
 it.   Unhappily we get no maid aboard to avail you.   But you will be 
 able to manage, Grace -- it is but for a day or two; and if you are not 
 absolutely happy and comfortable, why, we will make for the nearest 
 English larboard and finish the rest of the journey by railing.   But our 
 little yacht-- " 

 " I must lie down, " she interrupt; " this dreadful motion!--get me a 
 pillow and a rug; I will lie on this sofa. " 

 I could have stack a hundred deleterious names upon my head for not at 
 once note that the darling was suffering.   I sprang from her slope, 
 hastily procured a pillow and rug, removed her hat, plunge afresh into 
 her cabin for some Eau de Cologne and went to work to bathe her brow 
 and to minister to her in other manner.   To be afflicted with nausea in 
 the most romantic passage of one's life!   I had never think of 
 inquiring whether or not she was a " good sailor, " as it is called, 
 being much excessively sentimental, much, too much in love to be visited by 
 misgivings or conjectures in a direction so horribly prosaic as this. 

 I think to comfort her by saying that if her sufferings stay we 
 would lead direct for Dover or some adjacent harbour.   But, somehow, my 
 scheme of elopement having constitute a yachting trip, the programme of 
 it had grown into a substance abuse of thought with me.   For weeks I had been 
 looking forward to the trip with the impassioned eagerness of a lover, 
 delighting my mind with the fancy of having my smasher all to myself 
 in a sense that no digression on shore could possibly parallel.   On 
 shore there would be the rude conditions of the railway, the cab, the 
 hotel, and all the vulgarity of dispatch when in motion.   But the yacht 
 give my heart's trick of idealising a probability.   The quiet surface of 
 sea -- I was too much in sexual love to think of a gale of wind instrument; the glories of 
 the sunset; the new lunar month; the hushed nox; we two on deck; our 
 impassioned whispers set to music by the
 wihh
her; "yonder is your cabln.  I believe yoo qill fmnd all you wang in
it.  Unhappily we have no mqid avoard to help you.  But you will be
able ro menage, Grace--it is but for a day lr tco; and if you arg not
perfectny happy and cmmwoxtable, why, we will make for the nearqst
Englosj port and finysh uhe resf of the journey by rail.  But our
ljttle yecht--"

"I must lie cown," she interrupted; "this freafful motion!--get me w
pillow and a rtt; I will lie on this sofa."

I could hzve heaped a hundred injurious vames upon my hgce flt not at
once obsegving that thc darlitg was xuffering.  I sirang frim her side,
hastily prmcured a pillow anq rug, remmvzd her hat, plunged afeewh injo
her cabkb fur aoke Eau df Cklogne and went to woek to bathe her broe
age to minister to hew yn other ways.  To be afflicted with nauvea in
the most romantic pawsage of one's life!  I had nevew thought of
inquiring whether or not she was a "gomd samlur," cw it kw falled,
being much too sentimental, much, too mucr im kove to be vislted by
misgivings pr cpgjectures in x direefikn so horribly prodaic as this.

U thought to vomfort her by saying that uf her suffegingw continued we
woulb head direcc for Cover or some adjacent harbobr.  Buf, somehow, mj
scheme or elopement havine cpm[rised a yachting trip, the programmx of
ic had gruwn onto a habit of hhougmd with me.  For weens I kad baen
looking forward to the trip with the impassioned eaggrnass of a lorer,
dellghting my mind with the fanci of haviug my rweetheart all to myself
in a sense that nm excursion oi shore cjuld poswibly pxfallel.  On
shorr there would be thw rude conditions pf jhs railway, the ccy, uhw
hotel, and all thd vtlhacity jx dispatch wven kn option.  But the yccft
gafe my heart's trick ox idsalising a chance.  Tme quiet wurface jf
sea--I was top much in love to uhink mf e gale of wind; the glories of
the sunset; the new look; the hushed gighb; we two on deek; our
impassioned whispers set to music uy the
with her; "yonder is your cabin. I will all you in it. Unhappily to you. But you be able to Grace--it is but for a day two; and if you are not perfectly happy and comfortable, why, we will for the nearest English port and finish the rest of the journey by But little "I lie down," she interrupted; "this dreadful motion!--get me a pillow and a rug; I will lie this sofa." I could have heaped a hundred names upon my head not at once observing that darling suffering. I from side, procured a pillow rug, removed her hat, plunged afresh into her cabin for some Eau de Cologne and went to to bathe and to to in ways. To be nausea in the most romantic passage I had never thought of inquiring whether or she was "good sailor," as it is called, much too sentimental, much, too much in love be visited by misgivings or conjectures in a direction so horribly prosaic as this. I comfort her by saying if her sufferings we head for or some harbour. But, somehow, my scheme of elopement having comprised a yachting the programme of it had grown into a habit of me. weeks I had looking forward to the with impassioned eagerness of a my with having sweetheart to myself in a that no excursion on shore possibly parallel. On shore conditions of the railway, the cab, the hotel, all the vulgarity of dispatch when in But the yacht gave my heart's trick of idealising a chance. The surface of too much in love to think of a of wind; the glories the sunset; the new moon; the hushed night; we on our impassioned set to music the
 with
her; "yonder is your cabin.  I Believe you Will fInd All YoU wanT in
iT.  Unhappily we haVE no mAid aboard to help you.  But yOu wilL bE
Able TO mAnage, grace--it IS bUT For A dAy Or tWo; ANd If you Are Not
perfEctly happy And CoMfortable, why, WE wIll make for The Nearest
EngliSh pOrt and FiNisH The reSt oF the jOurney BY rail.  BUt our
littLe YAcht--"

"I mUSt lie doWN," ShE intErrupted; "this dreadFUl MOtion!--get me a
pilLow and A rUG; I WILl lIe oN this sofa."

I CoUld haVE heaped A HuNDREd iNJurious names uPon my head foR Not At
once ObSerVIng thaT the dArLIng Was sufferinG.  I spRang from hEr side,
HAstily pROcured a Pillow And Rug, RemoVEd HeR haT, pLUngED aFreSH inTo
her cabIn FoR some eau dE cOLOgne And Went To worK to bathe her brOw
aNd to MIniSter tO her iN othEr Ways.  TO be affLicteD wIth nausea in
the mOst rOmantic paSsaGe Of oNe'S life!  i Had nevEr tHouGht of
inQuiring WHetHeR OR NoT she was a "good sailor," As IT Is Called,
beIng mucH ToO sENtimentaL, mUch, Too mUCH in loVe to BE vIsited by
MisgivINgS oR conjecTuRes in a DiRecTioN so hoRRiblY prosaIc as this.

i thouGHt to comfort her BY saying that if HEr SUFfERingS coNtinued we
woUld hEAd diRect FOr dovER or soMe adjAcENt HArbour.  But, somehow, my
sChEme of eLopemEnt having compRised a yachTING trip, the ProgRAmME of
it had grown iNto a hAbit of thouGHt with me.  for weEks I had bEen
lookinG FOrward to The TriP wiTh tHE ImPassioned eageRNEss oF a Lover,
deLigHting my MinD wiTh tHe fAnCy of havinG my sweetHeArT aLl To mYself
IN a sense tHaT no ExCurSion oN Shore cOuld pOssiBlY pARalLel.  On
shORe THEre wOuLd Be thE ruDe CondiTionS Of tHe railwAy, the cab, tHe
hOTel, aNd AlL the vulGarity of dispaTcH when in motIoN.  BuT the yaCHT
gave my hEart's trick of idealising a CHance.  ThE quIet suRfacE of
sea--I waS toO much iN loVE to thiNk of a gAle of WiNd; tHE GloriES Of
The SuNset; the new MOOn; tHe husHeD nigHt; we two On deck; our
impassionED whIspers set to muSic By thE
 with
her; "yonder is your  cabin.  I  beli eve  yo uwill  fin d all you want in
i t.  Unhappily we haveno ma id aboa r dto he lp you.  B u t  yo uwi llbe ab le to  ma nage, G race--it i s b ut  for a day o r  t wo; and if  yo u are not
pe rfe ctly h ap pya nd co mfo rtabl e, why ,  we wi ll make f or the ne a rest
En g l is h po rt and finish the re s t of the journ ey byra i l. But  ou r
little y ac ht--" 
"I mus t  l i e dow n ," she interr upted; "thi s  dr eadful  m oti o n!--ge t meap ill ow and a ru g; I  will lie  on th i s sofa. " 

I cou ld hav e h eap ed a hu nd red  i n jur i ou s n a mes  upon my  h ea d for  not a t once  ob serv ing t hat the darli ngwass uff ering .  Ispra ng  from  her s ide,ha stily procureda pi llow andrug ,rem ov ed he r  hat,plu nge d afres h intoh erca b i n  f or some Eau de Col og n e  a nd wentto wor k  t ob athe her  b row 
and t o min iste r  t o her in  other wa ys .  To b eafflic te d w ith  naus e a in 
the m ost roma nticp assage of one' s  life!  I had ne v e rt houg htof
inquirin g wh e ther  orn ot  sh e  wasa "go od sa i lor," as it is call ed ,
bein g muc h too sentime ntal, much , t oo muchin l o ve to be visitedby
mi sgivings o r  conject uresin a dir ection so h orriblypro sai c a s t h i s. 

I thought t o comf or t her b y s aying t hat  if  he r s uf ferings c ontinued  w ewo ul d h ead d i rect for  D ove rorsomea djacen t har bour . B u t,somehow ,  m y sche me  o f el ope me nt ha ving com priseda yachtin g t r ip,th eprogram me of
it hadgr own into a  h abi t of t h o ught wit h me.  For weeks I hadb een
loo kin g for ward  to the t rip  withthe impass ionedeager ne sso f  a lo v e r, 
de li ghting mym i ndwithth e fa ncy ofhaving my sweethea r t a ll to myselfina se n s etha t  n o  ex cu r sio n on shore couldpossibly p ar a ll el.  On
sh o reth ere wou ld be t he ru d e condi tions ofthe railw ay , th e cab , the
hote l, and a ll the vu l garit y  o f dis pat ch whe ninmotio n.  Bu t  th e yac ht
gav emy hea rt'str ick of i dealising a chance.  Th e quie t sur fac e of
sea- -Iw astoo muchin l ove to thi nkofa gal e o f  wind ; th e  g lor i es of 
the sunset; t h enew m oo n; the hush e d nig ht; w e t w o on d eck;  our
impassionedw hispers set to  mus i c  by  th e 
 with
her;_"yonder is_your cabin.  I_believe you_will_find all_you_want in
it. _Unhappily we have_no maid aboard to_help you. _But_you will be
able to manage, Grace--it is but for a day or two; and_if_you are_not
perfectly_happy_and comfortable, why, we will_make for the nearest
English port_and finish_the rest of the journey by rail. _But_our
little yacht--"

"I must_lie down," she interrupted; "this dreadful motion!--get me a
pillow_and a rug; I will lie_on this sofa."

I_could_have_heaped a hundred injurious_names upon my head for not_at
once observing that the darling was_suffering.  I sprang from her side,
hastily_procured a pillow and rug, removed_her hat, plunged afresh into
her_cabin for_some Eau de Cologne and_went to work_to bathe_her brow
and to_minister to her in other ways._ To be_afflicted with nausea in
the most romantic_passage_of one's life!__I_had never_thought of
inquiring whether_or_not she_was_a "good sailor," as it is_called,
being_much too sentimental, much, too much in_love to be visited_by
misgivings_or conjectures in a_direction so horribly prosaic as_this.

I thought to comfort her by_saying that_if her_sufferings continued we
would head direct for Dover or some adjacent harbour._ But, somehow, my
scheme of elopement_having comprised a yachting_trip, the_programme_of
it had grown_into_a habit_of thought with me.  For weeks_I had_been
looking forward to the trip with_the impassioned eagerness of_a_lover,
delighting my mind with the fancy_of having my sweetheart all to_myself
in a sense that no_excursion_on_shore could possibly parallel. _On
shore there would be the rude_conditions of the_railway, the cab, the
hotel, and all the_vulgarity_of dispatch when in motion. _But_the yacht
gave my heart's trick of_idealising_a_chance.  The quiet surface_of
sea--I was too much in love_to think of a gale of wind; the glories_of
the sunset; the_new moon; the hushed night;_we_two_on deck; our
impassioned whispers set to music by the