An Atlantic voyage at times was capable of offering to a bride and bridegroom days enough to begin to glance into their future with a premonition of the waning of the honeymoon, at least, and especially if they were not sea-proof, to wish wearily that the first half of it were over.

Rosalie was not weary, but she began to be bewildered.

As she had never been a clever girl or quick to perceive, and had spent her life among women-indulging American men, she was not prepared with any precedent which made her situation clear.
The first time Sir Nigel showed his temper to her she simply stared at him, her eyes looking like those of a puzzled, questioning child.

Then she broke into her nervous little laugh, because she did not know what else to do.

At his second outbreak her stare was rather startled and she did not laugh.
Her first awakening was to an anxious wonderment concerning certain moods of gloom, or what seemed to be gloom, to which he seemed prone.