Be brave, keep on being brave, and remember--" The words seemed to die away upon her lips.

A shower of spray came glittering into the dim light, like flakes of snow falling with unexpected violence close to them.

He drew her cloak around her and moved back.
"Now," she said, "I think we will smoke, and perhaps, if you made yourself very agreeable to the steward in the smoking room, you could get some coffee." "One moment," he pleaded.

"Remember what?
Don't you realise that there is just one word I still need, one little word to crown all that you have said ?" She turned her head towards him.

The trouble and brooding melancholy seemed to have fallen from his face.