Till dinner-time," she corrected, remembering the arrangement on the _Ghost_.
What could I do?
She insisted, and said, "Please, please," whereupon I turned the oar over to her and obeyed.

I experienced a positive sensuous delight as I crawled into the bed she had made with her hands.

The calm and control which were so much a part of her seemed to have been communicated to the blankets, so that I was aware of a soft dreaminess and content, and of an oval face and brown eyes framed in a fisherman's cap and tossing against a background now of grey cloud, now of grey sea, and then I was aware that I had been asleep.
I looked at my watch.

It was one o'clock.

I had slept seven hours! And she had been steering seven hours! When I took the steering-oar I had first to unbend her cramped fingers.