Mr.Chalk's heart failed him as they drew near and he saw men moving rapidly about her deck.

His last thoughts as he clambered over the side were of his wife.
In blissful ignorance of his proceedings, Mrs.Chalk, having adjusted her cap in the glass and drawn on her gloves, sat patiently awaiting his return.

She even drew a good-natured comparison between the time spent on choosing cigars and bonnets.
"There's plenty of time," she said, in reply to an uneasy remark of Mrs.
Stobell's.

"It's only just three, and we don't sail until four.

What is that horrid, clanking noise ?" "Some craft getting up her anchor," said Edward, going to the window and leaning out.