She did not stir.
"Won't you come?"
"No," she answered.
He leaned across the sheer-pole with her a moment in silence. The bell forward struck four sharp strokes; it was like a cry in the night. Then a sailor came lurching aft to relieve the man at the wheel.
"Is it always going to be like this, Hetty?" Medbury asked her in a low voice.
"You want it so?"
"I said, 'I suppose so.'"
"It's the same thing," he remarked drearily, and sighed.
The sigh seemed to irritate her, for she turned upon him suddenly.