Chapter FourStanding on the poop deck, from where he could observe the sea occasionally spraying over the bow, Conrad was acutely aware of a small figure moving about on the deck below.
They were now ten days out from Portsmouth and the Atlantic had been at first tempestuous, but was now settling down to an uncomfortable deep swell.
There had been no sign of Mrs. Melhuish and Delora reported that she had no intention of leaving her cabin until they were in calm waters.
“Which will be never!” Delora laughed, “Because she dislikes the sea and she is praying only to reach dry land.”
This had meant that Conrad spent a great deal more time with his cousin than he would have done otherwise.
He was aware, with a sensibility he had not expected in himself, how when she was alone her thoughts
