She had won her sixpence and seemed making ready to go.
"Yes," said Rachel.

"For the last time," she added.
In preparing to put on her gloves, Helen dropped one.
"You're not going ?" Evelyn asked, taking hold of one glove as if to keep them.
"It's high time we went," said Helen.

"Don't you see how silent every one's getting-- ?" A silence had fallen upon them all, caused partly by one of the accidents of talk, and partly because they saw some one approaching.
Helen could not see who it was, but keeping her eyes fixed upon Rachel observed something which made her say to herself, "So it's Hewet." She drew on her gloves with a curious sense of the significance of the moment.

Then she rose, for Mrs.Flushing had seen Hewet too, and was demanding information about rivers and boats which showed that the whole conversation would now come over again.
Rachel followed her, and they walked in silence down the avenue.

In spite of what Helen had seen and understood, the feeling that was uppermost in her mind was now curiously perverse; if she went on this expedition, she would not be able to have a bath, the effort appeared to her to be great and disagreeable.
"It's so unpleasant, being cooped up with people one hardly knows," she remarked.