“You know, when one’s in love,” I said, “and things go all wrong, one’s terribly unhappy and one thinks one won’t ever get over it. But you’ll be astounded to learn what the sea will do.” “What do you mean?” she smiled. “Well, love isn’t a good sailor and it languishes on a sea voyage. You’ll be surprised when you have the Atlantic between you and Larry to find how slight the pang is that before you sailed seemed intolerable.” “Do you speak from experience?” “From the experience of a stormy past. When I suffered from the pangs of unrequited love I immediately got on an ocean liner.”
