"I--am not yet--well!"
"I understand."
They paused beside the port rail for a few moments.
"I suppose you know," he muttered, "that I have thought--at times--of ending things--down there. ... You seem to know most things. Did you suspect that?"
"Yes."
"Don't you ever sleep?"
"I wake easily."
"I know you do. I can't stir in bed but I hear you move, too.... I should think you'd hate and loathe me--for all I've done--for all I've cost you."
"Nurses don't loathe their patients," she said lightly.
"I should think they'd want to kill them."
"Oh, Mr. McKay! On the contrary they--they grow to like them--exceedingly."
"You dare not say that about yourself and me."
Miss Erith shrugged her pretty shoulders: "I don't have to say anything, do I?"
He made no reply. After a long silence she said casually: "The sea is calmer, I think. There's something resembling faint moonlight up among those flying clouds."
He lifted his tragic face and gazed up at the storm-wrack speeding overhead. And there through the hurrying vapours behind flying rags of cloud, a pallid lustre betrayed the smothered moon.
There was just enough light, now, to reveal the forward gun under its jacket, and the shadowy gun-crew around it where the ship's bow like a vast black, plough ripped the sea asunder in two deep, foaming furrows.
"I wish I knew where we are at this moment," mused the girl. She counted the days on her fingertips: "We may be off Bordeaux.... It's been a long time, hasn't it?"
To him it had been a century of dread endured through half-awakened consciousness of the latest inferno within him.
"It's been very long," he said, sighing.
A few minutes later they caught a glimpse of a strangled moon overhead--a livid corpse of a moon, tarnished and battered almost out of recognition.
"Clearing weather," she said cheerfully, adding: "To-morrow we may be in the danger zone.... Did you ever see a submarine?"
"Yes. Did you?"
"There were some up the Hudson. I saw them last summer while motoring along Riverside Drive."
The spectral form of an officer appeared at her elbow, said something in a low voice, and walked aft.
She said: "Well, then, I think we'd better dress. ... Do you feel better?"
He said that he did, but his sombre gaze into darkness belied him. So again she slipped her arm through his and he suffered himself to be led away along the path of shinning arrows under foot.
At his door she said cheerfully: "No more undressing for bed, you know. No more luxury of night-clothes. You heard the orders about lifebelts?"
"Yes," he replied listlessly.