Then Lister's twinkling smile appealed, and somehow her reserve vanished when she was out of doors with him.
"I'd like to go," she said.
"Then, come along," he urged, and they started for the elevated railway at the bottom of the street.
While the electric cars rolled along the docks Barbara's moodiness went.
She could not see much in the fog.

Wet warehouse roofs, masts and funnels, and half-seen hulls floating on dull water, loomed up and vanished.

Inside the car, lights glimmered on polished wood; the rattling and shaking were somehow cheerful.

Barbara felt braced and alert.

Lister talked and she laughed.