The boat which was towed behind them was brought to the side, and the ladies were helped into it.
For protection against boredom, Helen put a book of memoirs beneath her arm, and Mrs.Flushing her paint-box, and, thus equipped, they allowed themselves to be set on shore on the verge of the forest.
They had not strolled more than a few hundred yards along the track which ran parallel with the river before Helen professed to find it was unbearably hot.

The river breeze had ceased, and a hot steamy atmosphere, thick with scents, came from the forest.
"I shall sit down here," she announced, pointing to the trunk of a tree which had fallen long ago and was now laced across and across by creepers and thong-like brambles.

She seated herself, opened her parasol, and looked at the river which was barred by the stems of trees.
She turned her back to the trees which disappeared in black shadow behind her.
"I quite agree," said Mrs.Flushing, and proceeded to undo her paint-box.

Her husband strolled about to select an interesting point of view for her.

Hirst cleared a space on the ground by Helen's side, and seated himself with great deliberation, as if he did not mean to move until he had talked to her for a long time.