The day had been long and very hot, and now that all the colours were blotted out the cool night air seemed to press soft fingers upon the eyelids, sealing them down.

Some philosophical remark directed, apparently, at St.John Hirst missed its aim, and hung so long suspended in the air until it was engulfed by a yawn, that it was considered dead, and this gave the signal for stirring of legs and murmurs about sleep.
The white mound moved, finally lengthened itself and disappeared, and after a few turns and paces St.John and Mr.Flushing withdrew, leaving the three chairs still occupied by three silent bodies.

The light which came from a lamp high on the mast and a sky pale with stars left them with shapes but without features; but even in this darkness the withdrawal of the others made them feel each other very near, for they were all thinking of the same thing.

For some time no one spoke, then Helen said with a sigh, "So you're both very happy ?" As if washed by the air her voice sounded more spiritual and softer than usual.

Voices at a little distance answered her, "Yes." Through the darkness she was looking at them both, and trying to distinguish him.