He turned his eyes slowly towards Nina standing beside him, and said steadily-- "Now all is over, Nina.

He is dead, and I may as well burn all my boats." He felt very proud of being able to speak so calmly.

Decidedly he was not going mad.

This certitude was very comforting, and he went on talking about the finding of the body, listening to his own voice complacently.

Nina stood quietly, her hand resting lightly on her father's shoulder, her face unmoved, but every line of her features, the attitude of her whole body expressing the most keen and anxious attention.
"And so Dain is dead," she said coldly, when her father ceased speaking.
Almayer's elaborately calm demeanour gave way in a moment to an outburst of violent indignation.
"You stand there as if you were only half alive, and talk to me," he exclaimed angrily, "as if it was a matter of no importance.