"I think I will go over and see what makes them late.

When will you come?
The Rajah gives you refuge." "I shall paddle over before the break of day.

I cannot leave my dollars behind," muttered Mrs.Almayer.
They separated.

Babalatchi crossed the courtyard towards the creek to get his canoe, and Mrs.Almayer walked slowly to the house, ascended the plankway, and passing through the back verandah entered the passage leading to the front of the house; but before going in she turned in the doorway and looked back at the empty and silent courtyard, now lit up by the rays of the rising moon.

No sooner she had disappeared, however, than a vague shape flitted out from amongst the stalks of the banana plantation, darted over the moonlit space, and fell in the darkness at the foot of the verandah.