He took no heed.
'Lean back that way,' said Gerald to Gudrun, as he stood up in the frail boat.

'She won't upset.' In another moment, he had dropped clean down, soft and plumb, into the water.

Gudrun was swaying violently in her boat, the agitated water shook with transient lights, she realised that it was faintly moonlight, and that he was gone.

So it was possible to be gone.

A terrible sense of fatality robbed her of all feeling and thought.