She almost thought that she could hear her lost Jeannie's voice calling down the gale, and her strong imagination began to paint her hovering like a sea-bird upon white wings high above the mainmast's taper point, and gazing through the darkness into the soul of her she loved.

Then, by those faint and imperceptible degrees with which thoughts fade one into another, from Jeannie her thought got round to Eustace Meeson.

She wondered if he had ever called at the lodgings at Birmingham after she left?
Somehow, she had an idea that he was not altogether indifferent to her; there had been a look in his eyes she did not quite understand.

She almost wished now she had sent him a line or a message.

Perhaps she would do so from New Zealand.