She looked forward with dread to the night in the bed upstairs, with terribly anxious thoughts to keep her company, and the howling of the storm to help chase sleep away.
She wondered where Percy was now.

The DAY DREAM was a strong, well-built sea-going yacht.

Sir Andrew had expressed the opinion that no doubt she had got in the lee of the wind before the storm broke out, or else perhaps had not ventured into the open at all, but was lying quietly at Gravesend.
Briggs was an expert skipper, and Sir Percy handled a schooner as well as any master mariner.

There was no danger for them from the storm.
It was long past midnight when at last Marguerite retired to rest.

As she had feared, sleep sedulously avoided her eyes.