He had brought her out there, where she had no friends, and now, she said, he was becoming inconsiderate.

She had a presentiment of some misfortune, and notwithstanding Davidson's painstaking explanations, she could not see why her presentiments were to be disregarded.

On the very last evening before Davidson went away she asked him in a suspicious manner: "'Why is it that you are so anxious to go this time ?' "'I am not anxious,' protested the good Davidson.

'I simply can't help myself.

There's no one else to go in my place.' "'Oh! There's no one,' she said, turning away slowly.
"She was so distant with him that evening that Davidson from a sense of delicacy made up his mind to say good-bye to her at once and go and sleep on board.