But that was all.

Telescopes and even opera-glasses were being handed from one to another, but she was too shy to ask for the loan of one, though she longed for it, just for a moment.

Certainly it would have been useless.

At that very time Maurice, standing on the 'India's' deck, was straining his eyes to catch but one glimpse of her, and all in vain.

Fate had decided that they were to pass each other unseen.
But this little incident made Lucia sadder and more dreamy--more unlike herself--than before.