A new act was beginning for them, and they both knew how much might depend on the way in which it was begun, and neither dared plan how it should end.

At all events, they were not to be separated yet, and neither anticipated such a thing.
Little by little their voices dropped as they talked, and they recked little of the others, as the dark cheek of the woman flushed with interest, and the blue light shone in the man's eyes.

Their companions on the voyage were well used to seeing them thus together, and hardly noticed them, but Mr.Bellingham's bright eyes stole a glance from time to time at the beautiful pair in their corner, and the stories of youth and daring and love, that he seemed so full of this evening, flashed with an unwonted brilliancy.

He made up his mind that the two were desperately, hopelessly, in love, and he had taken a fancy to Claudius from the first.

There was no reason why they should not be, and he loved to build up romances, always ending happily, in his fertile imagination.
But at last it was "good-night." Mr.Bellingham was not the man to spend the entire evening in one house, and he moved towards Margaret, hating to disturb the couple, but yet determined to do it.