travelling, a vast caravan en route. Amidst the journeying of oceans and clouds and the circling flight of heavy spheres, lost to sight in the sky, Siegmund and Helena, two grains of life in the vast movement, were travelling a moment side by side.
They lay on the beach like a grey and a white sea-bird together. The lazy ships that were idling down the Solent observed the cliffs and the boulders, but Siegmund and Helena were too little. They lay ignored and insignificant, watching through half-closed fingers the diverse caravan of Day go past. They lay with their latticed fingers over their eyes, looking out at the sailing of ships across their vision of blue water.
“Now, that one with the greyish sails——” Siegmund was saying.
“Like a housewife of forty going placidly round with the duster—yes?” interrupted Helena.
“That is a schooner. You see her four sails, and——”
He continued to classify the shipping, until he was interrupted by the wicked laughter of Helena.
“That is right, I am sure,” he protested.
“I won’t contradict you,” she laughed, in a tone which showed him he knew even less of the classifying of ships than she did.
“So you have lain there amusing yourself at my expense all the time?” he said, not knowing in the least why she laughed. They turned and looked at one another, blue eyes smiling and wavering as the beach wavers in the heat. Then they closed their eyes with sunshine.
Drowsed by the sun, and the white sand, and
