“‘The waters burn
With his enkindling rays,
No sooner touched than they return
A tributary blaze.’”
Dazzled by the glare, she turned away; she reflected that, as Miss Marsden had promised to take a walk with her before breakfast if the day were perfectly fine, she would have ample opportunity to admire the beauties of sea and sky from the vantage-ground of the deck. She would also prefer to have her first meeting with her husband, after the encounter of last night, away from the breakfast-table, and in the presence of a third person.
Therefore she scrambled through her dressing, and in a very few minutes closed her door behind her, and stepping outside, stumbled against the stewardess, who was passing by. She received good-naturedly Nina’s penitent apology, and asked her whether she was going on deck.
“You’d better have your rubbers, mem, and some one to hold on to. The decks are awful wet. Have you heard about the capting?”
“What about him?” asked Nina, catching her breath.
“He had a bad fall last night.”
“A fall,—is he hurt?”