Raising their eyes above the trees, they fixed them on the stars and the pale border of sky above the trees.

The little points of frosty light infinitely far away drew their eyes and held them fixed, so that it seemed as if they stayed a long time and fell a great distance when once more they realised their hands grasping the rail and their separate bodies standing side by side.
"You'd forgotten completely about me," Terence reproached her, taking her arm and beginning to pace the deck, "and I never forget you." "Oh, no," she whispered, she had not forgotten, only the stars--the night--the dark-- "You're like a bird half asleep in its nest, Rachel.

You're asleep.
You're talking in your sleep." Half asleep, and murmuring broken words, they stood in the angle made by the bow of the boat.

It slipped on down the river.

Now a bell struck on the bridge, and they heard the lapping of water as it rippled away on either side, and once a bird startled in its sleep creaked, flew on to the next tree, and was silent again.