'Oh! The idea of that—of being out of sight of land—nothing but sea.'
When at last it occurred to them to reconnoitre the Suttons, they found all three still in their deck-chairs, enwrapped and languid. Mr. Sutton and Beatrice were apparently dozing. This part of the deck was occupied by somnolent, basking figures.
'Don't wake them,' Mrs. Sutton enjoined, whispering out of her hood. Anna glanced curiously at Beatrice's yellow face.
'Go away, do,' Beatrice exclaimed, opening her eyes and shutting them again, wearily.
So they went away, and discovered two empty deck-chairs on the fore-deck. Anna was innocently vain of her immunity from malaise. Mynors appeared to appoint himself little errands about the deck, returning frequently to his chair. 'Look over there. Can you see anything?'
Anna ran to the rail, with the infantile idea of getting nearer, and Mynors followed, laughing. What looked like a small slate-coloured cloud lay on the horizon.
'I seem to see something,' she said.
'That is the Isle of Man.'
By insensible gradations the contours of the land grew clearer in the afternoon haze.
'How far are we off now?'