"Howmanymillions。Howmanyhundredmillions！"saidhiscompanion，gloatingcheerfullyoverthevastnessofunknownpossibilities。"I’vecrossedwithMissVanderpoeloften，twoorthreetimeswhenshewasinshortfrocks。She’sthekindofgirlyoureadabout。Andshe’sgotmoneyenoughtobuyinhalfadozenprinces。"
　　"ThereareNewYorkerswhowon’tlikeitifshedoes，"
　　returnedtheother。"There’sbeentoomuchmoneygoingoutofthecountry。HersuiteiscrammedfullofJackroses，now，andthereareboxeswaitingoutside。"
　　Saltermovedawayandheardnomore。Hemovedaway，infact，becausehewasconsciousthattoamaninhiscase，thisdwellinguponmillions，thisplethoraofwealth，wasalittlerevolting。HehadwalkeddownBroadwayandseenthepriceofJacqueminotroses，andhewasnotsoothedoralluredatthisparticularmomentbythepictureofagirlwhosehalf—dozencabinswerecrowdedwiththem。
　　"Oh，thedevil！"hesaid。"Itsoundsvulgar。"Andhewalkedupanddownfast，squaringhisshoulders，withhishandsinthepocketsofhisrough，well—worncoat。HehadseeninEnglandsomethingoftheAmericanyoungwomanwithmillionairerelatives。HehadbeenscarcelymorethanaboywhentheAmericanfloodfirstbegantorise。Hehadbeenoldenough，however，tohearpeopletalk。Ashehadgrownolder，Salterhadobserveditsadvance。EnglishmenhadmarriedAmericanbeauties。AmericanfortuneshadbuiltupEnglishhouses，whichotherwisethreatenedtofallintodecay。ThentheAmericanfacultyofadaptabilitycameintoplay。Anglo—
　　AmericanwivesbecamesometimesmoreEnglishthantheirhusbands。TheyproceededtoAnglicisetheirrelations，theirrelations’clothes，even，intime，theirspeech。TheycarriedorsentEnglishconventionstotheStates，theirbrothersorderedtheirclothesfromWestEndtailors，theirsistersbegantowearwalkingdresses，toplayout—of—doorgamesandtakeactiveexercise。TheirmotherstentativelytookhousesinLondonorParis，therecameaperiodwhentheirfathersoruncles，seriousoranxiousbusinessmen，themostunsportingofhumanbeings，rentedcastlesormanorswithhugemoorsandcoversattachedandentertainedlargepartiesofshootersorfisherswhocouldbeluredtoanyquarterbythepromiseoftheparticularformofslaughterforwhichtheyburned。
　　"SheerAmericanbusinessperspicacity，that，"saidSalter，ashemarchedupanddown，thinkingofaparticularcaseofthisorder。"There’ssomethingadmirableinthepracticalwaytheymakeforwhattheywant。TheywanttoamalgamatewithEnglishpeople，notfortheirownsake，butbecausetheirwomenlikeit，andsotheyofferthementhousandsofacresfullofthingstokill。Theycangetthembypayingforthem，andtheyknowhowtopay。"Helaughedalittle，liftinghissquareshoulders。"Balthamor’ssixthousandacresofgrousemoorandElsty’ssalmonfishingarerentedbytheChicagoman。Hedoesn’tcaretwopenceforthem，anddoesnotknowapheasantfromacaper—cailzie，buthiswifewantstoknowmenwhodo。"
　　ItmustbeconfessedthatSalterwasoftheEnglishwhowerenotpleasedwiththeAmericanInvasion。Insomeofhisviewsofthematterhewasalittleprehistoricandsavage，butthemodernsideofhischaracterwastoointelligenttolackreason。Hewasbynomeansentirelymodern，however；alargepartofhisnaturebelongedtotheageinwhichmenhadfoughtfiercelyforwhattheywantedtogetorkeep，andwhentheamenitiesofcommercehadnotbecomepowerfulfactorsinexistence。
　　"They’renotabadlot，"hewasthinkingatthismoment。
　　"Theyareratherfineinaway。Theyarecleverandpowerfulandinteresting——moresothantheyknowthemselves。Butitisallcommerce。Theydon’tcomeandfightwithusandgetpossessionofusbyforce。Theycomeandbuyus。Theybuyourlandandourhomes，andourlandowners，forthatmatter——
　　whentheydon’tbuythem，theysendtheirwomentomarrythem，confoundit！"
　　Hetookhalfadozenmorestridesandliftedhisshouldersagain。
　　"BeggarlylotasIam，"hesaid，"unlikelyasitseemsthatIcanmarryatall，I’mhangedifIdon’tmarryanEnglishwoman，ifIgivemylifetoawomanatall。"
　　But，infact，hewasoftheopinionthatheshouldnevergivehislifetoanywoman，andthiswasbecausehewas，atthisperiod，alsooftheopinionthattherewassmallprospectofitseverbeingworththegivingortaking。Ithadbeenoneofthoseliveswhichbeginuntowardlyandareruledbyunfaircircumstances。
　　Hehadaparticularlywell—cutandexpressivemouth，and，ashewentbacktotheship’ssideandleanedonhisfoldedarmsontherailagain，itscurvesconcealedagooddealofstrongfeeling。
　　Thewharfwasbusierthanbefore。Inlessthanhalfanhourtheshipwastosail。Thebustleandconfusionhadincreased。Therewerepeoplehurryingaboutlookingforfriends，andtherewerepeoplescribblingoffexcitedfarewellmessagesatthetelegraphoffice。Thesituationwasworkinguptoitsclimax。Anobservinglooker—onmightcatchglimpsesofemotionalscenes。Manyofthepassengerswerealreadyonboard，partiesofthemaccompaniedbytheirfriendsweremakingtheirwayupthegangplank。
　　Salterhadjustbeenwatchingaluxuriouslycared—forlittleinvalidwomanbeingcarriedondeckinarecliningchair，whenhisattentionwasattractedbythesoundoftramplinghoofsandrollingwheels。Twonoticeablybigandsmartcarriageshaddrivenuptothestopping—placeforvehicles。Theyweregorgeouslyofthelatestmode，andtheirtall，satin—skinnedhorsesjangledsilverchainsandsteppeduptotheirnoses。
　　"HerecometheWorthingtons，whosoevertheymaybe，"
　　thoughtSalter。"Thefineup—standingyoungwomanis，nodoubt，themulti—millionairess。"
　　Thefine，up—standingyoungwomanWASthemulti—millionairess。
　　Bettinawalkedupthegangwayinthesunshine，andthepassengersupontheupperdeckcranedtheirneckstolookather。Hercarriageofherheadandshouldersinvariablymadepeopleturntolook。
　　"My，ain’tshefine—looking！"exclaimedanexcitedladybeholderabove。"IguessthatmustbeMissVanderpoel，themulti—millionaire’sdaughter。Janetoldmeshe’dheardshewascrossingthistrip。"
　　Bettinaheardher。Shesometimeswonderedifshewaseverpointedout，ifhernamewasevermentionedwithouttheadditionoftheexplanatorystatementthatshewasthemulti—millionaire’sdaughter。Asachildshehadthoughtitridiculousandtiresome，asshehadgrownoldershehadfeltthatonlyaremarkableindividualitycouldsurmountafactsoeverpresent。
　　Itwaslikeatremendousqualitywhichovershadowedeverythingelse。
　　"Itwoundsmyvanity，Ihavenodoubt，"shehadsaidtoherfather。"Nobodyeverseesme，theyonlyseeyouandyourmillionsandmillionsofdollars。"
　　Salterwatchedherpassupthegangway。Thephasethroughwhichhewaslivingwasnotoftheorderwhichleadsamantodwelluponthebeautifulandinspiritingasexpressedbythefemaleimage。Successandthehopefulnesswhichengenderwarmthofsoulandquicknessofheartarerequiredforthedevelopmentofsuchallurements。HethoughtoftheVanderpoelmillionsastheladyonthedeckhadthoughtofthem，andinhismindsomehowthegirlherselfappearedtoexpressthem。Therichup—springingsweepofherabundanthair，herheight，hercolouring，theremarkableshadeandlengthofherlashes，thefullcurveofhermouth，all，hetoldhimself，lookedexpensive，asifevennatureherselfhadbeengivencarteblanche，andthebestpossiblearticlesprocuredforthemoney。
　　"Shemoves，"hethoughtsardonically，"asifshewereperfectlyawarethatshecouldpayforanything。Anunlimitedincome，nodoubt，establishesintheownertheequivalenttoasenseofrank。"
　　Hechangedhispositionforoneinwhichhecouldcommandaviewofthepromenadedeckwherethearrivingpassengersweregraduallyappearing。Hedidthisfromtheidleandcarelesscuriositywhich，thoughitisnotamatterofabsoluteinterest，doesnotobjecttobeingentertainedbypassingobjects。HesawtheWorthingtonpartyreappear。ItstruckSalterthattheylookednotsomuchlikepersonscomingonboardaship，aslikepeoplewhowerereturningtoahoteltowhichtheywereaccustomed，andwhichwasalsoaccustomedtothem。HearguedthattheyhadprobablycrossedtheAtlanticinnumerabletimesinthisparticularsteamer。Thedeckstewardsknewthemandmadeobeisancewithempressement。MissVanderpoelnoddedtothestewardSalterhadhearddiscussingher。Shegavehimasmileofrecognitionandpausedamomenttospeaktohim。Saltersawhersweepthedeckwithherglanceandthendesignateasequesteredcorner，suchastheexperiencedvoyagerwouldrecogniseasbeingdesirablysheltered。Shewasevidentlygivinganorderconcerningtheplacingofherdeckchair，whichwaspresentlybrought。Anelegantlyneatanddecorouspersoninblack，whowasevidentlyhermaid，appearedlater，followedbyastewardwhocarriedcushionsandsumptuousfurrugs。Thesebeingarranged，adelightfulcornerwasleftalluringlyprepared。MissVanderpoel，afterherinstructionstothedecksteward，hadjoinedherpartyandseemedtobeawaitingsomearrivalanxiously。
　　"Sheknowshowtodoherselfwell，"Saltercommented，"andsherealisesthatforethoughtisapracticalfactor。Millionshavebeenproductiveofcomposure。Itisnotunnatural，either。"
　　Itwasbutashorttimelaterthatthewarningbellwasrung。Stewardspassedthroughthecrowdscallingout，"Allashore，ifyouplease——allashore。"Finalembraceswereinorderonallsides。Peopleshookhandswithfervourandlaughedalittlenervously。WomenkissedeachotherandpouredforthhurriedmessagestobedeliveredontheothersideoftheAtlantic。Havingkissedandparted，someofthemrushedbackandindulgedinlittleclutchesagain。NotwithstandingthatthetideofhumanitysurgesacrosstheAtlanticalmostasregularlyasthedailytidesurgesinonitsshores，awaveofemotionsweepsthrougheveryshipatsuchpartings。
　　Salterstoodondeckandwatchedthecrowddispersing。
　　Someofthepeoplewerelaughingandsomehadredeyes。
　　Groupscollectedonthewharfandtriedtosaystillmorelastwordstotheirfriendscrowdingagainsttherail。
　　TheWorthingtonskepttheirplacesandwerestilllookingout，bythistimedisappointedly。Itseemedthatthefriendorfriendstheyexpectedwerenotcoming。SaltersawthatMissVanderpoellookedmoredisappointedthantherest。Sheleanedforwardandstrainedhereyestosee。Justatthelastmomenttherewasthesoundoftramplinghorsesandrollingwheelsagain。Fromthearrivingcarriagedescendedhastilyanelderlywoman，wholiftedoutalittleboyexcitedalmosttotears。Hewasadear，chubbylittlepersoninflappingsailortrousers，andhecarriedasplendidly—caparisonedtoydonkeyinhisarms。
　　Saltercouldnothelpfeelingslightlyexcitedhimselfastheyrushedforward。Hewonderediftheywerepassengerswhowouldbeleftbehind。
　　Theywerenotpassengers，butthearrivalsMissVanderpoelhadbeenexpectingsoardently。Theyhadcometosaygood—byetoherandweretoolateforthat，atleast，asthegangwaywasjustabouttobewithdrawn。
　　MissVanderpoelleanedforwardwithanamazinglyfervidexpressiononherface。
　　"Tommy！Tommy！"shecriedtothelittleboy。"HereIam，Tommy。Wecansaygood—byefromhere。"
　　Thelittleboy，lookingup，brokeintoawailofdespair。
　　"Betty！Betty！Betty！"hecried。"Iwantedtokissyou，Betty。"
　　Bettyheldoutherarms。Shediditwithentireforgetfulnessoftheexistenceofanylookers—on，andwithsuchoutreachingloveonherfacethatitseemedasifthechildmustfeelhertouch。Shemadeabeautiful，warm，consolingbudofhermouth。
　　"We’llkisseachotherfromhere，Tommy，"shesaid。
　　"See，wecan。Kissme，andIwillkissyou。"
　　Tommyheldouthisarmsandthemagnificentdonkey。
　　"Betty，"hecried，"Ibroughtyoumydonkey。Iwantedtogiveittoyouforapresent，becauseyoulikedit。"
　　MissVanderpoelbentfurtherforwardandaddressedtheelderlywoman。
　　"Matilda，"shesaid，"pleasepackMasterTommy’spresentandsendittome！Iwantitverymuch。"
　　Tendersmilesirradiatedthesmallface。Thegangwaywaswithdrawn，and，amidthefamiliarsoundsofabigcraft’sfirststruggle，theshipbegantomove。MissVanderpoelstillbentforwardandheldoutherarms。
　　"Iwillsooncomeback，Tommy，"shecried，"andwearealwaysfriends。"
　　Thechildheldouthisshortbluesergearmsalso，andSalterwatchinghimcouldnotbutbetouchedforallhisgloomofmind。
　　"Iwantedtokissyou，Betty，"heheardinfarewell。"I
　　didsowanttokissyou。"
　　Andsotheysteamedawayupontheblue。
　　CHAPTERVIII
　　THESECOND—CLASSPASSENGER
　　Uptoacertainpointthevoyagewaslikeallothervoyages。
　　Duringthefirsttwodaystherewerepassengerswhodidnotappearondeck，butastheweatherwasfairfortheseasonoftheyear，therewerefewerabsenteesthanisusual。Indeed，onthethirddaythedeckchairswereallfilled，peoplewhoweregiventotrampingduringtheirvoyageshadbeguntowalktheircustomaryquotaofcarefully—measuredmilestheday。
　　Therewereafewpalefacesdozinghereandthere，butthegeneralaspectofthingshadbeguntobesprightly。Shuffleboardplayersandquoitenthusiastsbegantobestirthemselves，thedeckstewardappearedregularlywithlightrepastsofbeefteaandbiscuits，andthebrillianthuesofred，blue，oryellownovelsmadefrequentspotsofcolouruponthepromenade。
　　Personsofsomeinitiativewenttothelengthofmakingtentativeobservationstotheirnext—chairneighbours。Thesecond—cabinpassengerswerecheerful，andthesteeragepassengers，havingtumbledup，formedfriendlygroupsandbegantojokewitheachother。
　　TheWorthingtonshadplainlythegoodfortunetoberespectablesailors。Theyreappearedontheseconddayandestablishedregularhabits，afterthemannerofaccustomedtravellers。MissVanderpoel’shabitswereregularfromthefirst，andwhenSaltersawherhewasimpressedevenmoreattheoutsetwithherairofbeingathomeinsteadofonboardship。Herpracticallywell—chosencornerwasanagreeableplacetolookat。Herchairwasbuiltforeaseofangleandwidth，hercushionswereofdarkrichcolours，hertravellingrugswereofblackfoxfur，andsheownedanadjustabletableforbooksandaccompaniments。Sheappearedearlyinthemorningandwalkeduntiltheseaaircrimsonedhercheeks，shesatandreadwithevidentenjoyment，shetalkedtohercompanionsandplainlyentertainedthem。
　　Salter，beingboredandinbadspirits，foundhimselfwatchingherratheroften，butheknewthatbutforthesmall，comicepisodeofTommy，hewouldhavedefinitelydislikedher。Thedislikewouldnothavebeenfair，butitwouldhaveexistedinspiteofhimself。Itwouldnothavebeenfairbecauseitwouldhavebeenfoundedsimplyupontheignobleresentmentofenvy，uponthepoortruththathewasnotinthestateofmindtoavoidresentingtheinjusticeoffateinbestowingmulti—millionsupononepersonandhisoffspring。Heresentedhisownresentment，butwasobligedtoacknowledgeitsexistenceinhishumour。Hehimself，especiallyandpeculiarly，hadalwaysknownthebitternessofpoverty，thehumiliationofseeingwheremoneycouldbewellused，indeed，oughttobeused，andatthesametimehavinggroundintohimthefactthattherewasnomoneytolayone’shandon。Hehadhateditevenasaboy，becauseinhiscase，andthatofhispeople，thewholethingwasundignifiedandunbecoming。Itwashumiliatingtohimnowtobringhometohimselfthefactthatthethingforwhichhewasinclinedtodislikethistall，up—standinggirlwasherunconscious（herealisedtheunconsciousnessofit）airofhavingalwayslivedintheatmosphereofmillions，ofneverhavingknownareasonwhysheshouldnothaveanythingshehadadesirefor。Perhaps，uponthewhole，hesaidtohimself，itwashisownillluckandsenseofdefeatwhichmadehercorner，withitscushionsandcomforts，herproperlyattentivemaid，andhercoldweathersablesexpressiveofafortunetoocolossaltobedecent。
　　Theepisodeoftheplump，despairingTommyhehadliked，however。Therehadbeenafinenaturalnessaboutitandafinepracticalnessinherpromptordertotheelderlynursethattherichly—caparisoneddonkeyshouldbesenttoher。Thishadatoncemadeitcleartothedonorthathisgiftwastoovaluabletobeleftbehind。
　　"Shedidnotcaretwopenceforthelotofus，"washissummingup。"Shemighthavebeennothingbutthenicestpossiblewarm—heartednursemaidoracottagewomanwholovedthechild。"
　　Hewasquiteawarethatthoughhehadfoundhimselfmorethanonceobservingher，sheherselfhadprobablynotrecognisedthetrivialfactofhisexistinguponthatothersideofthebarrierwhichseparatedthehighergradeofpassengerfromthelower。Therewas，indeed，noreasonwhysheshouldhavesingledhimoutforobservation，andshewas，infact，toofrequentlyabsorbedinherownreflectionstobeintheframeofmindtoremarkherfellowpassengerstotheextentwhichwasgenerallycustomarywithher。DuringhercrossingsoftheAtlanticsheusuallymadementalobservationofthepeopleonboard。Thistime，whenshewasnottalkingtotheWorthingtons，orreading，shewasthinkingofthepossibilitiesofhervisittoStornham。Sheusedtowalkaboutthedeckthinkingofthemand，sittinginherchair，sumthemupashereyesrestedontherollingandbreakingwaves。
　　Thereweremanythingstobeconsidered，andoneofthefirstwastheperfectlysanesuggestionherfatherhadmade。
　　"Supposeshedoesnotwanttoberescued？Supposeyoufindheracomfortablefineladywhoadoresherhusband。"
　　Suchathingwaspossible，thoughBettinadidnotthinkitprobable。Sheintended，however，toprepareherselfevenforthis。IfshefoundLadyAnstruthersplumpandroseate，pleasedwithherselfandherposition，shewasquiteequaltomakinghervisitappearacasualandconventionalaffair。
　　"Ioughttowishittobeso，"shethought，"and，yet，howdisappointinglyIshouldfeelshehadchanged。Still，evenethicalreasonswouldnotexcuseoneforwishinghertobemiserable。"Shewasacreaturewithanumberofpassionateidealswhichwarredfrequentlywiththepracticalsideofhermentality。Oftensheusedtowalkupanddownthedeckorleanupontheship’sside，hereyesstormywithemotions。
　　"IdonotwanttofindRosyaheartlesswoman，andIdonotwanttofindherwretched。WhatdoIwant？Onlytheusualthing——thatwhatcannotbeundonehadneverbeendone。
　　Peoplearealwayswishingthat。"
　　Shewasstandingnearthesecond—cabinbarrierthinkingthis，thefirsttimeshesawthepassengerwiththeredhair。
　　Shehadpausedbymerechance，andwhilehereyeswerestormywithherthought，shesuddenlybecameconsciousthatshewaslookingdirectlyintoothereyesasdarklingasherown。Theywerethoseofamanonthewrongsideofthebarrier。Hehadatroubled，broodingface，and，astheirgazemet，eachofthemstartedslightlyandturnedawaywiththesenseofhavingunconsciouslyintrudedandhavingbeenintrudedupon。
　　"Thatrough—lookingman，"shecommentedtoherself，"isasanxiousanddisturbedasIam。"
　　Salterdidlookrough，itwastrue。Hiswell—wornclotheshadsufferedsomewhatfromtherestrictionsofasecond—classcabinsharedwithtwoothermen。Buttheaspectwhichhadpresenteditselftoherbriefglancehadbeennotsomuchroughnessofclothingasofmoodexpressingitselfinhiscountenance。Hewasthinkingharshlyandangrilyofthelifeaheadofhim。
　　Theselooksoftheirswhichhadsoinadvertentlyencounteredeachotherwereofthatorderwhichsometimesstartlesonewheninpassingastrangeronefindsone’seyesentangledforasecondinhisorhers，asthecasemaybe。Atsuchtimesitseemsforthatinstantdifficulttodisentangleone’sgaze。
　　Butneitherofthesetwothoughtoftheothermuch，afterhurryingaway。Eachwastoofullymasteredbypersonalmood。
　　Therewould，indeed，havebeennoreasonfortheirencounteringeachotherfurtherbutfor"theaccident，"asitwascalledwhenspokenofafterwards，theaccidentwhichmightsoeasilyhavebeenacatastrophe。Itoccurredthatnight。Thiswastwonightsbeforetheyweretoland。
　　Everybodyhadbeguntocomeundertheinfluenceofthatcheerfulnessofhumour，thesenseofreliefborderingongaiety，whichgenerallyelatespeoplewhenavoyageisdrawingtoaclose。Ifonehasbeendull，onebeginstogatherone’sselftogether，rejoicedthattheboredomisover。Inanycase，thereareplanstobemade，thoughtof，ordiscussed。
　　"YouwishtogotoStornhamatonce？"Mrs。WorthingtonsaidtoBettina。"HowpleasedLadyAnstruthersandSirNigelmustbeattheideaofseeingyouwiththemaftersolong。"
　　"IcanscarcelytellyouhowIamlookingforwardtoit，"
　　Bettyanswered。
　　Shesatinhercorneramonghercushionslookingatthedarkwaterwhichseemedtosweeppasttheship，andlisteningtothethroboftheengines。Shewasnotgay。Shewaswonderinghowfartheplansshehadmadewouldprovefeasible。
　　Mrs。WorthingtonwasnotawarethathervisittoStornhamCourtwastobeunannounced。Ithadnotbeennecessarytoexplainthematter。Thewholeaffairwassimpleanddecorousenough。MissVanderpoelwastobidgood—byetoherfriendsandgoatoncetohersister，LadyAnstruthers，whosehusband’scountryseatwasbutashortjourneyfromLondon。
　　Bettinaandherfatherhadarrangedthatthefactshouldbekeptfromthesocietyparagraphist。Thishadrequiredsomeadroitmanagement，buthadactuallybeenaccomplished。
　　Asthewavesswishedpasther，Bettinawassayingtoherself，"WhatwillRosysaywhensheseesme！WhatshallIsaywhenIseeRosy？Wearedrawingnearertoeachotherwitheverywavethatpasses。"
　　Afogwhichsweptupsuddenlysentthemallbelowratherearly。TheWorthingtonslaughedandtalkedalittleintheirstaterooms，butpresentlybecamequietandhadevidentlygonetobed。Bettinawasrestlessandmovedaboutherroomaloneaftershehadsentawayhermaid。Sheatlastsatdownandfinishedalettershehadbeenwritingtoherfather。
　　"AsIneartheland，"shewrote，"Ifeelasortofexcitement。
　　Severaltimesto—dayIhaverecalledsodistinctlythepictureofRosyasIsawherlast，whenweallstoodcrowdeduponthewharfatNewYorktoseeheroff。SheandNigelwereleaningupontherailoftheupperdeck。Shelookedsuchadelicate，airylittlecreature，quitelikeaprettyschoolgirlwithtearsinhereyes。Shewaslaughingandcryingatthesametime，andkissingbothherhandstousagainandagain。Iwascryingpassionatelymyself，thoughItriedtoconcealthefact，andIrememberthateachtimeIlookedfromRosytoNigel’sheavyfacethepoignancyofmyanguishmademebreakforthagain。IwonderifitwasbecauseIwasachild，thathelookedsuchacontemptuousbrute，evenwhenhepretendedtosmile。
　　Itistwelveyearssincethen。Iwonder——howIwonder，whatIshallfind。"
　　Shestoppedwritingandsatafewmoments，herchinuponherhand，thinking。Suddenlyshesprangtoherfeetinalarm。
　　Thestillnessofthenightwasbrokenbywildshouts，arunningoffeetoutside，atumultofmingledsoundsandmotion，adashandrushofsurgingwater，astrangethumpingandstrainingofengines，andamomentlatershewashurledfromonesideofherstateroomtotheotherbyacrashingshockwhichseemedtoheavetheshipoutofthesea，shudderingasiftheendofallthingshadcome。
　　Itwassosuddenandhorribleathingthat，thoughshehadonlybeenflunguponapileofrugsandcushionsandwasunhurt，shefeltasifshehadbeenstruckontheheadandplungedintowilddelirium。Abovethesoundofthedashingandrockingwaves，thestrainingandroaringofhackingenginesandthepandemoniumofvoicesrosefromoneendoftheshiptotheother，onewild，despairing，long—drawnshriekofwomenandchildren。Bettinaturnedsickatthemadterrorinit——
　　theinsensate，awfulhorror。
　　"Somethinghasrunintous！"shegasped，gettingupwithherheartleapinginherthroat。
　　ShecouldheartheWorthingtons’tempestofterrifiedconfusionthroughthepartitionsbetweenthem，andsherememberedafterwardsthatinthespaceoftwoorthreeseconds，andinthemidstoftheirclamour，ahundredincongruousthoughtsleapedthroughherbrain。Perhapstheywerethismomentgoingdown。Nowsheknewwhatitwaslike！Thisthingshehadreadofinnewspapers！Nowshewasgoingdowninmid—ocean，she，BettyVanderpoel！And，asshesprangtoclutchherfurcoat，thereflashedbeforehermentalvisionagruesomepictureoftheheadlinesinthenewspapersandtheinevitablereferencetothemillionssherepresented。
　　"Imustkeepcalm，"sheheardherselfsay，asshefastenedthelongcoat，clenchingherteethtokeepthemfromchattering。
　　"PoorDaddy——poorDaddy！"