Already in the calm night desire and passion seemed to fade from them. Here had ended their passion, and now must begin the accomplishment. When the revelation comes, and the spirit thus speaks through the flesh, it is peace with human beings….
They lay there awake but silent into the gray hours of dawn, and when the mist had spread upwards to the sky, shutting out the stars, they slept.
CHAPTER XLI
At breakfast Joe Viney said:—
"I was lobsterin' this morning."
"It must have been the thud of your oars that we heard when we woke."
"Mos' likely,—I was down there at the end of the island, hauling in the pots. It's goin' to be a greasy day. But there's wind comin'."
They could hear the long call of a steamer's whistle and the wail of the fog-horn beyond the next island. The little white house was swathed in the sea mist.
"Better take the steamer at the Neck, if you're going to the city," Mrs.
Viney suggested. "It'll be cold and damp sailing this morning."
"Never!" Margaret protested.