He sighed with content, with regret as well at having to part from that serenity which fostered the adventurous freedom of his thoughts.

He was a little sleepy too, and felt a pleasurable languor running through every limb as though all the blood in his body had turned to warm milk.

His skipper had come up noiselessly, in pyjamas and with his sleeping-jacket flung wide open.

Red of face, only half awake, the left eye partly closed, the right staring stupid and glassy, he hung his big head over the chart and scratched his ribs sleepily.

There was something obscene in the sight of his naked flesh.