And as she finished the long paragraphs she raised her head suddenly and their eyes met.

And Tristram allowed himself to laugh--bitterly, it was true, but still to laugh.
The lingering fear of the ways of men was still in Zara's heart and not altogether gone; she was not yet quite free from the suspicion that he still might trap her if she unbent.

So she frowned slightly and then looked down at the paper again; and the waiters brought in breakfast at that moment and nothing was said.
They did not seem to have much appetite, nor to care what they ate, but, the coffee being in front of her, politeness made Zara ask what sort her husband took, and when he answered--none at all--he wanted tea--she was relieved, and let him pour it out at the side-table himself.
"The wind has got up fiercely, and it will be quite rough," he said presently.

"Do you mind the sea ?" And she answered, "No, not a bit." Then they both continued reading the papers until all pretense of breakfast was over; and he rose, and, asking if she would be ready at about half-past twelve, to go on board, so as to avoid the crowd from the London train, he went quietly out of the room, and from the windows she afterwards saw him taking a walk on the pier.
And for some unexplained psychological reason, although she had now apparently obtained exactly the terms she had decided were the only possible ones on which to live with him, she experienced no sense of satisfaction or peace! No pair could have looked more adorably attractive and interesting than Lord and Lady Tancred did as they went to their private cabin on the boat an admiring group of Dover young ladies thought, watching from the raised part above where the steamer starts.

Every one concerned knew that this thrilling bride and bridegroom would be crossing, and the usual number of the daily spectators was greatly increased.
"What wonderful chinchilla!" "What lovely hair!" and "Oh! isn't he just too splendid!" they said.