One had never thought of the sea
as the great place of safety, but now it came over one that there's no
place so safe from the land. When it doesn't confer trouble it takes
trouble away--takes away letters and telegrams and newspapers and visits
and duties and efforts, all the complications, all the superfluities and
superstitions that we have stuffed into our terrene life. The simple
absence of the post, when the particular conditions enable you to enjoy
the great fact by which it's produced, becomes in itself a positive
bliss, and the clean boards of the deck turn to the stage of a play that
amuses, the personal drama of the voyage, the movement and interaction,
in the strong sea-light, of figures that end by representing
something--something moreover of which the interest is never, even in its
keenness, too great to suffer you to slumber. I at any rate dozed to
excess, stretched on my rug with a French novel, and when I opened my
eyes I generally saw Jasper Nettlepoint pass with the young woman
confided to his mother's care on his arm. Somehow at these moments,
between sleeping and waking, I inconsequently felt that my French novel
had set them in motion. Perhaps this was because I had fallen into the
trick, at the start, of regarding Grace Mavis almost as a married woman,
which, as every one knows, is the necessary status of the heroine of such
a work.
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