The top one I had drawn over her face to shelter it from the night, so I could see nothing but the vague shape of her, and her light-brown hair, escaped from the covering and jewelled with moisture from the air.
Long I looked at her, dwelling upon that one visible bit of her as only a man would who deemed it the most precious thing in the world.

So insistent was my gaze that at last she stirred under the blankets, the top fold was thrown back and she smiled out on me, her eyes yet heavy with sleep.
"Good-morning, Mr.Van Weyden," she said.

"Have you sighted land yet ?" "No," I answered, "but we are approaching it at a rate of six miles an hour." She made a _moue_ of disappointment.
"But that is equivalent to one hundred and forty-four miles in twenty-four hours," I added reassuringly.
Her face brightened.

"And how far have we to go ?" "Siberia lies off there," I said, pointing to the west.

"But to the south-west, some six hundred miles, is Japan.