The silence between them had come of the difficulty they both had in realising that they were together, of the dreaminess so strange an event had cast upon them.

Were they to fall apart again without a word, a sign?
A sign of what, forsooth?
Wilfrid moved with her to the spot at which she would step from the deck; seeing him follow, Emily threw back one startled glance.

The next moment she again turned, holding out her hand.

He took it, held it, pressed it; nothing could restrain that pressure; his muscles closed upon her slight fingers involuntarily.

Then he watched her walk hurriedly from the landing-stage....
Her we follow.