Apparently he recovered from Miss Gwilliam. He was seen arguing with the ship's doctor about sutures in n***o skulls, and he invented a game of deck cricket. But one evening when he sat reading in the "social hall," stooped over, wearing betraying spectacles and his mouth puckered, Martin walked past the window and incredulously saw that Sondelius was growing old.
VIII.
As he sat by Leora in a deck-chair, Martin studied her, really looked at her pale profile, after years when she had been a matter of course. He pondered on her as he pondered on phage; he weightily decided that he had neglected her, and weightily he started right in to be a good husband.
"Now I have a chance to be human, Lee, I realize how lonely you must have been in New York."
"But I haven't."
"Don't be foolish! Of c
