Then she roused herself and tried to talk, but in a few moments she caught herself seeing a picture of a boat upset on the river in England, at midday.

It was morbid, she knew, to imagine such things; nevertheless she sought out the figures of the others between the trees, and whenever she saw them she kept her eyes fixed on them, so that she might be able to protect them from disaster.
But when the sun went down and the steamer turned and began to steam back towards civilisation, again her fears were calmed.

In the semi-darkness the chairs on deck and the people sitting in them were angular shapes, the mouth being indicated by a tiny burning spot, and the arm by the same spot moving up or down as the cigar or cigarette was lifted to and from the lips.

Words crossed the darkness, but, not knowing where they fell, seemed to lack energy and substance.

Deep sights proceeded regularly, although with some attempt at suppression, from the large white mound which represented the person of Mrs.
Flushing.