It was his hands, ridiculously small and beautifully modelled, that led my scrutiny to his feet.

They, too, were ridiculously small and very neatly, almost dandifiedly, shod.
We had put the pilot off at midday, but the _Britannia_ towed us well into the afternoon and did not cast us off until the ocean was wide about us and the land a faint blur on the western horizon.

Here, at the moment of leaving the tug, we made our "departure"-- that is to say, technically began the voyage, despite the fact that we had already travelled a full twenty-four hours away from Baltimore.
It was about the time of casting off, when I was leaning on the poop-rail gazing for'ard, when Miss West joined me.

She had been busy below all day, and had just come up, as she put it, for a breath of air.

She surveyed the sky in weather-wise fashion for a full five minutes, then remarked: "The barometer's very high--30 degrees 60.