"I don't care to sit down for the present," she said, and they stood looking out at sea for a while in silence.
"Do you remember," said John at last, "a night six years ago when we stood together, at the end of the voyage, leaning over the rail like this ?" "Yes," she said.
"Does this remind you of it ?" he asked.
"I was thinking of it," she said.
"Do you remember the last night I was at your house ?" he asked, looking straight out over the moonlit water.
"Yes," she said again.
"Did you know that night what was in my heart to say to you ?" There was no answer.
"May I tell you now ?" he asked, giving a side glance at her profile, which in the moonlight showed very white.
"Do you think you ought ?" she answered in a low voice, "or that I ought to listen to you ?" "I know," he exclaimed.

"You think that as a married woman you should not listen, and that knowing you to be one I should not speak.

If it were to ask anything of you I would not.

It is for the first and last time.

To-morrow we part again, and for all time, I suppose.