She loved to look at him.

For the present she did not want to touch him, to know the further, satisfying substance of his living body.

He was purely intangible, yet so near.

Her hands lay on the paddle like slumber, she only wanted to see him, like a crystal shadow, to feel his essential presence.
'Yes,' he said vaguely.

'It is very beautiful.' He was listening to the faint near sounds, the dropping of water-drops from the oar-blades, the slight drumming of the lanterns behind him, as they rubbed against one another, the occasional rustling of Gudrun's full skirt, an alien land noise.