For the last time she saw the Place grow dusky, and then flame out with gas--for the last time she watched the lighting of the beacon, and wondered how far on their way they would be able to see it still.
Eight o'clock struck; then a quarter past, and it was time to go.
The boat lay in the dock.

On board, a faint light gleamed out from the cabin-door, but everything on shore was dark.

Passengers were arriving each moment, and their luggage stood piled up ready to be embarked.
Sailors were talking or shouting to each other in English and French; the cargo of fruit and vegetables was still being stowed away, and people were running against other people in the darkness, and trying vainly to discover their own trunks on the deck, or their own berths in the cabin.

Into the midst of all this confusion Maurice brought his charges; but as he had been on board in the afternoon, he knew where to take them, and they found their own quarters without difficulty.

While he saw to their packages, they made their arrangements for the night.
"I shall lie down at once," Mrs.Costello said.