Shehadtakenthewholeofacabinonthequieterdeckbelowthepromenade，payingforitnearlyhalfofwhatwasleftofthefourthousandfrancs。Thefirstthreedaysshekepttohercabinexceptatthedinner-hour，whensheventuredtothedeckjustoutsideandwalkedupanddownforexercise。Thenfollowedfourdaysofnastyweatherduringwhichshedidnotleaveherbed。Astheseacalmed，she，wretchedandreckless，hadachairputforherselfunderherwindowandsatthere，veiledandswathedandturningherfaceawaywheneverararewanderingpassengerhappenedtopassalong。Towardnoonamanpausedbeforehertolightacigarette。She，forgettingforthemomentherprecautions，lookedathim。Itchancedthathelookedatheratexactlythesameinstant。Theirglancesmet。Hestartednervously，movedonafewsteps，returned。Saidshemockingly：
``Youknowyouneedn’tspeakifyoudon’twantto，Stanley。’’
``Thereisn’tasoulonboardthatanybodyeverkneworthateverknewanybody，’’saidhe。``Sowhynot？’’
``Andyoulookhorriblybored。’’
``Unspeakably，’’repliedBaird。``I’vespokentonoonesinceIleftParis。’’