Wherever he looked, there was something novel and interesting, yet nothing sufficiently arresting to enable him to forget that he was face to face now with the first crisis of his new life.

Since that brief wireless message on the first day out, there had been nothing disquieting in the daily bulletins of news, and he had been able to appreciate to the full the soothing sense of detachment, the friendliness of his fellow voyagers, immeasurably above all the daily association with Elizabeth.

He felt like one awaking from a dream as he realised that these things were over.

At the first sight of land, it was as though a magician's wand had been waved, a charm broken.

His fellow passengers, in unfamiliar costumes, were standing about with their eyes glued upon the distant docks.