Captain Shadburn admitted that they were being driven from their course by the fury of the typhoon.

Secretly he feared that the _Queen_ might rush upon a reef at night.
Dinner on the second violent evening was a sombre affair.

Lady Huntingford, pale, sweet and wan, made her appearance with Grace, occupying Veath's seat, that gentleman moving to the next chair, its original occupant being confined to his berth.

Lord Huntingford, austere and imperturbable, entered some time before his wife and purposely ignored her when she came in.
As the party arose from the table, a heavy lurch of the boat threw Grace headlong into Veath's arms.

By a superhuman effort he managed to keep his feet.