to imagine had a foreign charm about it, she too was happy and in a holiday mood.
Basil pulled out his new and glorious gold watch, which had replaced the battered old gun-metal one he usually wore. Though not a poor man, he was simple in all his tastes, and the new toy gave him a recurring and childish pleasure whenever he looked at it.
"We ought to be in in about twenty minutes," he said. Have you noticed that the tossing of the ship has almost stopped? The land protects us. How clear the town is growing! I wonder if you will remember any of your French, Helena? I almost wish I was like you, seeing a foreign country for the first time. Spence is the real voyageur though. He's been all over the world for his paper."
The vicar came up to them again, just as there was a general movement of the passengers towards the deck. A hooting cry from the steam whistle wailed over the water and the boat began to move slowly.
In a few more minutes they had passed the breakwater and were gliding slowly past the wharves towards the landing-stage.
Suddenly Helena clutched hold of Basil's arm.
"O Basil," she whispered, "how beautiful — look! Guarding the harbour!"
He turned and followed the direction of her glance.
An enormous crucifix, more than life size, planted in the ground, rose from the low cliffs on the right for all entering the harbour to see.
They watched the symbol in silence as the passengers chattered on every side and gathered up their rugs and hand-bags.
Gortre slipped his arm through Helena's.
The reminder was so vivid and sudden it affected them powerfully. They were both people of the world, living
