She forced herself to speak.
"After all, though I scold Rachel, I'm not much wiser myself.

I'm older, of course, I'm half-way through, and you're just beginning.

It's puzzling--sometimes, I think, disappointing; the great things aren't as great, perhaps, as one expects--but it's interesting--Oh, yes, you're certain to find it interesting--And so it goes on," they became conscious here of the procession of dark trees into which, as far as they could see, Helen was now looking, "and there are pleasures where one doesn't expect them (you must write to your father), and you'll be very happy, I've no doubt.

But I must go to bed, and if you are sensible you will follow in ten minutes, and so," she rose and stood before them, almost featureless and very large, "Good-night." She passed behind the curtain.
After sitting in silence for the greater part of the ten minutes she allowed them, they rose and hung over the rail.

Beneath them the smooth black water slipped away very fast and silently.