Yet when she saw him there on the steamer, she pitied him; he looked wearied and bewildered; even his wife, with her twitching head, and her prophecies of evil, croaked hoarsely out, while she clung to Mrs.March's hand where they sat together till the leave-takers were ordered ashore, was less pathetic.
Mela was looking after both of them, and trying to cheer them in a joyful excitement.

"I tell 'em it's goun' to add ten years to both their lives," she said.

"The voyage 'll do their healths good; and then, we're gittun' away from that miser'ble pack o' servants that was eatun' us up, there in New York.

I hate the place!" she said, as if they had already left it.

"Yes, Mrs.Mandel's goun', too," she added, following the direction of Mrs.March's eyes where they noted Mrs.Mandel, speaking to Christine on the other side of the cabin.