"Why did she go away?"
"To nurse some one who is ill."
"She went all alone across the sea?"
"Yes."
Maddalena turned and looked into the dimness of the sea with a sort of awe.
"I should be afraid," she said, after a pause.
And she shivered slightly.
Maurice had let go the oars again. He felt a longing to put his arm round her when he saw her shiver. The night created many longings in him, a confusion of longings, of which he was just becoming aware.
"You are a child," he said, "and have never been away from your 'paese.'"
"Yes, I have."