"Really Captain, he's not my type." "Truly Madam? I had assumed that you had a certain fascination for seafaring men?" "No, not in general," she said, trying to hide a smile. "Actually I have always found military men, especially those in command quite appealing. You know, Generals, Commanders . . ." Looking around her, and finally recognizing her tease, "Captains, perhaps?" he offered, his grin matching her own.
"Now, there you go – you've captured my taste exactly," she laughed. "And if I hoped to capture something more?" She turned, slightly surprised, but undaunted. Tilting her head to one side, with an engaging expression, she finally spoke. "Well, then Captain, I'd suggest we discuss it over a glass of Madeira sometime."
Opening the gate for her to pass through, he nodded, "This Tuesday Mrs. Muir?" "Delighted Captain, on Tuesday then." He stood whistling, watching her continue up the path and as expected, she turned and offered a dazzling smile before heading inside. "'Til Tuesday M'dear," he said softly disappearing in the breeze, smiling as he went.