She also marveled at the whistles of the hundreds of vessels in the harbor--the long, low cries of the Sound steamers and ferry-boats when fog was on.

The mere fact that these things spoke from the sea made them wonderful.

She looked much at what she could see of the Hudson from her west windows and of the great city building up rapidly on either hand.

It was much to ponder over, and sufficed to entertain her for more than a year without becoming stale.
For another thing, Hurstwood was exceedingly interesting in his affection for her.

Troubled as he was, he never exposed his difficulties to her.