admired her idealism. “I’m afraid there’s only one of her, and she married someone else,” he said. This was a fruitless subject of discussion, he thought impatiently. He said: “Where will your next sea voyage take you?” “I want to go to the New World again. I don’t like the slave trade—the cargo is too liable to die on the voyage—but over there they need just about everything, except sugar.” Ned smiled. “And I seem to remember you mentioning a girl . . .” “Did I? When?” “That sounds to me like a
