More strangely even than anything else, her husband seemed to speak now but to help her in this.

"I know nothing but what you tell me." "Then I've told you all I intended.

Find out the rest--!" "Find it out-- ?" He waited.
She stood before him a moment--it took that time to go on.

Depth upon depth of her situation, as she met his face, surged and sank within her; but with the effect somehow, once more, that they rather lifted her than let her drop.

She had her feet somewhere, through it all--it was her companion, absolutely, who was at sea.