'I saw the boat. Who could have dreamed——? Anything may happen now.'
For nothing further would astonish her, as he rightly understood her; but he said: 'You 're prepared for the rites? Old Triton is ready.'
'Float, and tell me.'
They spun about to lie on their backs. Her right hand, at piano-work of the octave-shake, was touched and taken, and she did not pull it away. Her eyelids fell.
'Old Triton waits.'
'Why?'
'We 're going to him.'
'Yes?'
'Customs of the sea.'
'Tell me.'