He fancied that she avoided all opportunities of conversation.

The maiden lady seemed to nurse a grievance.

And now what had he to do?
The lights on the deck had gone out one after the other.

The schooner slept.
About an hour after Miss Moorsom had gone below without a sign or a word for him, Renouard got out of his hammock slung in the waist under the midship awning--for he had given up all the accommodation below to his guests.

He got out with a sudden swift movement, flung off his sleeping jacket, rolled his pyjamas up his thighs, and stole forward, unseen by the one Kanaka of the anchor-watch.