She opened her eyes with a confused feeling––the train was slackening speed, and Micky stood in the doorway.
“We are nearly in,” he said.
The train was almost at a standstill.
“Calais! Calais!”
Esther rose to her feet––her limbs were trembling, and her head ached dully.
Micky took her suit-case from the rack.
“You’d better fasten your coat,” he said casually. “It will be cold on the boat.”
She looked at him half fearfully. Was this the same man who had followed her from Enmore with such passionate haste and eagerness? He was perfectly undisturbed now at all events, he seemed even to avoid looking at her.
When they got on board he found her a chair on the leeside of the boat.
“Are you a good sailor?” he asked.