Richard faced three meals, eating valiantly at each; but at the third, certain glazed asparagus swimming in oil finally conquered him.
"That beats me," he said, and withdrew.
"Now we are alone once more," remarked William Pepper, looking round the table; but no one was ready to engage him in talk, and the meal ended in silence.
On the following day they met--but as flying leaves meet in the air.
Sick they were not; but the wind propelled them hastily into rooms, violently downstairs.

They passed each other gasping on deck; they shouted across tables.

They wore fur coats; and Helen was never seen without a bandanna on her head.

For comfort they retreated to their cabins, where with tightly wedged feet they let the ship bounce and tumble.

Their sensations were the sensations of potatoes in a sack on a galloping horse.