Now almost fearing to turn her face
inwards again, lest Mrs. Jethway should appear at her elbow,
Elfride meditated upon whether to call Snewson to keep her
company. 'Four bells ' sounded, and she heard voices, which gave
her a little courage. It was not worth while to call Snewson.
At any rate Elfride could not stay there panting longer, at the
risk of being again disturbed by that dreadful whispering. So
wrapping herself up hurriedly she emerged into the passage, and by
the aid of a faint light burning at the entrance to the saloon
found the foot of the stairs, and ascended to the deck. Dreary
the place was in the extreme. It seemed a new spot altogether in
contrast with its daytime self. She could see the glowworm light
from the binnacle, and the dim outline of the man at the wheel;
also a form at the bows. Not another soul was apparent from stem
to stern.
Yes, there were two more--by the bulwarks. One proved to be her
Harry, the other the mate. She was glad indeed, and on drawing
closer found they were holding a low slow chat about nautical
affairs. She ran up and slipped her hand through Knight's arm,
partly for love, partly for stability.
'Elfie! not asleep?' said Knight, after moving a few steps aside
with her.
'No: I cannot sleep. May I stay here? It is so dismal down there,
and--and I was afraid. Where are we now?'
'Due south of Portland Bill. Those are the lights abeam of us:
look.
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