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"At a dinner" Eustace Hignett broke off abruptly He had a good memory and he had just recollected the fish they had served at that dinner--a flabby and exhausted looking fish, half sunk beneath the surface of a thick white sauce

"And what struck you most forcibly about her at first? Her lovely hair, I suppose?"

"How did you know she had lovely hair?"

"My dear chap, I naturally assuirl hom you fell in love would have nice hair"

"Well, you are perfectly right, as it happens Her hair was remarkably beautiful It was red"

"Like autumn leaves with the sun on the! That is an absolutely exact description Her eyes were a deep blue"

"Or, rather, green"

"Blue"

"Green There is a shade of green that looks blue"

"What the devil do you know about the colour of her eyes?" de you about her, or are you telling et excited Don't you see I aination, to visualise her? I don't pretend to doubt your special knowledge, but after all green eyes generally do go with red hair and there are all shades of green There is the bright green of reen of the uncut ereen of your face at the present moment"

"Don't talk about the colour of inning to forget"

"Awfully sorry! Stupid of ? Oh, yes, this girl I always think it helps one to for about their tastes--what sort of things they are interested in, their favourite topics of conversation, and so on This Miss Bennett nohat did she like talking about?"

"Oh, all sorts of things"

"Yes, but what?"

"Well, for one thing she was very fond of poetry It was that which first drew us together"

"Poetry!" Sam's heart sank a little He had read a certain amount of poetry at school, and once he had won a prize of three shillings and sixpence for the last line of a limerick in a coh to know that poetry was not his long suit Still there was a library on board ship and no doubt it would be possible to borrow the works of some standard poet and bone them up from time to time