“I was helpless myself, and I couldn’t condemn her to the cabin. But I am glad to be up again, if only to see the mouth of the Thames.”
“A yawning mud-bank. Our coast doesn’t compare well with Norway.”
Mrs Ravenhill’s patriotism led her to declare that one looked for something beyond beauty in the Thames, and Wareham owned, in spite of his speech, to ardent cockneyism.
“Which means that you will soon be out of London.”
“In a few days. And you?”
“We shall stay. This has been our holiday. When you come back, I hope you will find us out.”
“I shall come, and ask you to show me your sketches, so as to be carried back again.” He said it warmly, and Millie’s heart beat. Afterwards came landing, train, and a grimy plunge into London. At the station they parted.
End of Volume One.