CHAPTER IV
STILL AT SEA
But the days succeeded one another without result. She still dressed
herself every day, and with a joyful look, went down to the harbour to
gossip with the other wives. She said that this delay was but natural;
was it not the same event every year? These were such safe boats, and
had such capital sailors.
But when at home alone, at night, a nervous, anxious shiver of anguish
would run through her whole frame.
Was it right to be frightened already? Was there even a single reason
to be so? But she began to tremble at the mere idea of grounds for
being afraid.
