“Yes? ... is Helen quite well?”
“Very well ... she does not see much of you now ... but of course both she and you are busy....”
“She will like the voyage ... she is a good sailor....”
“Oh?”
“Yes ... we once went to Yarmouth ... it was very rough ... but she was all right....”
“That’s good ... my train ... well, I’ll write you the address.... I wish you all success ... good-bye ...”
“Good-bye.”
Their hands met, clasped and unclasped, silently, meaninglessly.
The cloud broke and fell....
She climbed the slope on to the white highway....