She looked startled, incredulous. She hesitated.
"Please, Berna, it's the last time."
"All right," she answered in a low tone.
Then she looked at me curiously.
CHAPTER IV
She came to meet me, lily-white and sweet. She was but thinly wrapped, and shivered so that I put my coat around her. We ventured forward, climbing over a huge anchor to the very bow of the boat, and crouching down in its peak, were sheltered from the cold breeze.
We were cutting through smooth water, and crowding in on us were haggard mountains, with now and then the greenish horror of a glacier. Overhead, in the desolate sky, the new moon nursed the old moon in her arms.
"Berna!"
"Yes."