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"Excuse me, sir," he said, suddenly "but may I ask how it is you sail without wind?" "Certainly! you may ask and be answered!" Santoris replied. "As I have just said, our sails are our only motive power, but we do not need the wind to fill them.
Santoris has not lived at such high pressure." Santoris, standing by the saloon centre table tinder the full blaze of the electric lamp, looked at her with a kindly interest. "High or low, I live each moment of my days to the full, Miss Harland," he said "I do not drowse it or kill it I LIVE it! This lady," and he turned his eyes towards me "looks as if she did the same!" "She does!" said Mr.
"Why for me in particular?" queried Harland, rather sharply. "Because you need it," answered Santoris "My dear fellow, you are not in the best of health. And you will never get better under your present treatment." I looked up eagerly. "That is what I, too, have thought," I said "only I dared not express it!" Mr. Harland surveyed me with an amused smile. "Dared not!
We were in very lonely waters, there was room and to spare for plenty of racing, and when all was ready and Santoris saluted us from the deck, lifting his cap and waving it in response to a similar greeting from Mr. Harland and our skipper, the signal to start was given.
"You are a strange fellow, Santoris!" he said, at last, "And you always were! Even now I can hardly believe that you are really the very Santoris that struck such terror into the hearts of some of us undergrads at Oxford! I say I can hardly believe it, though I know you ARE the man. But I wish you would tell me " "All about myself?"
"I've already hinted," he said, "that he may not be the Santoris you knew at Oxford. He may be a relative, cleverly masquerading as the original man " "That won't stand a moment's argument," interposed Mr. Harland "And I'll tell you how I know it won't. We had a quarrel once, and I slashed his arm with a clasp-knife pretty heavily."
"Why, she's been a miserable, querulous invalid for years " "Since she broke off her engagement to a worthless rascal" said Santoris, calmly. "You see, I know all about it." I listened, astonished. How did he know, how could he know, the intimate details of a life like Catherine's which could scarcely be of interest to a man such as he was?
"There is nothing remarkable about it," said Santoris, I when questioned as to its origin "It is simply REAL wine, though you may say that of itself is remarkable, there being none in the market. It is the pure juice of the grape, prepared in such a manner as to nourish the blood without inflaming it. It can do you no harm, in fact, for you, Harland, it is an excellent thing."
"She's often seen about here," said another "She belongs to a foreigner some prince or other named Santoris."
Brayle, with an uplifting of his sinister brows; "It helps to populate the world." "It does," answered Santoris, calmly "But if the pairs that are joined in marriage have no spiritual bond between them and nothing beyond the attraction of the mere body they people the world with more or less incapable, unthinking and foolish creatures like themselves.
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