In a corner stood their boxes, crammed and corded, their large case for the hold having already been sent away.

The firelight shone upon Suke's fine face and form as she stood looking into it, and upon the face of Tim seated in a corner, and upon the walls of his father's house, which he was beholding that night almost for the last time.
Tim Tangs was not happy.

This scheme of emigration was dividing him from his father--for old Tangs would on no account leave Hintock--and had it not been for Suke's reputation and his own dignity, Tim would at the last moment have abandoned the project.

As he sat in the back part of the room he regarded her moodily, and the fire and the boxes.

One thing he had particularly noticed this evening--she was very restless; fitful in her actions, unable to remain seated, and in a marked degree depressed.
"Sorry that you be going, after all, Suke ?" he said.
She sighed involuntarily.