Nina fancied she could distinguish the graceful figure of the trader standing erect in the stern sheets, but in a little while all the outlines got blurred, confused, and soon disappeared in the folds of white vapour shrouding the middle of the river.
Almayer had approached his daughter, and leaning with both arms over the rail, was looking moodily down on the heap of rubbish and broken bottles at the foot of the verandah.
"What was all that noise just now ?" he growled peevishly, without looking up.

"Confound you and your mother! What did she want?
What did you come out for ?" "She did not want to let me come out," said Nina.

"She is angry.

She says the man just gone is some Rajah.

I think she is right now." "I believe all you women are crazy," snarled Almayer.