The same reserve of delicacy which now appeared to her as a duty kept her from going to the window to watch the destination of the boat.

No, he should go as he came, without her supervision or knowledge.
Nor did she feel lonely afterwards.

On the contrary, the silence and solitude of the isolated domain had a new charm.

They kept the memory of her experience intact, and enabled her to refill it with his presence.
She could see his tall figure again pausing before her cabin, without the incongruous association of another personality; she could hear his voice again, unmingled with one more familiar.

For the first time, the regular absence of her husband seemed an essential good fortune instead of an accident of their life.