Rachel, when consulted, showed less enthusiasm than Helen could have wished.  One moment she was eager, the next doubtful.  Visions of a great river, now blue, now yellow in the tropical sun and crossed by bright birds, now white in the moon, now deep in shade with moving trees and canoes sliding out from the tangled banks, beset her.  Helen promised a river.  Then she did not want to leave her father.  That feeling seemed genuine too, but in the end Helen prevailed, although when she had won her case she was beset by doubts, and more than once regretted the impulse which had entangled her with the fortunes of another human being.

Chapter VII

From a distance the Euphrosyne looked very small.  Glasses were turned upon her from the decks of great liners, and she was pronounced a tramp, a cargo-boat, or one of those wretched little passenger steamers where people rolled about among the cattle on deck.  The insect-like figures of Dalloways, Ambroses, and Vinraces were also derided, both from the extreme smallness of their persons and the doubt which only strong glasses could dispel as to whether they were really live creatures or only lumps on the rigging.  Mr. Pepper with all his learning had been mistaken for a cormorant, and then, as unjustly, transformed into a cow.  At night, indeed, when the waltzes were swinging in the saloon, and gifted passengers reciting, the little ship—­shrunk to a few beads of light out among the dark waves, and one high in air upon the mast-head—­seemed something mysterious and impressive to heated partners resting from the dance.  She became a ship passing in the night—­an emblem of the loneliness of human life, an occasion for queer confidences and sudden appeals for sympathy.

On and on she went, by day and by night, following her path, until one morning broke and showed the land.  Losing its shadow-like appearance it became first cleft and mountainous, next coloured grey and purple, next scattered with white blocks which gradually separated themselves, and then, as the progress of the ship acted upon the view like a field-glass of increasing power, became streets of houses.  By nine o’clock the Euphrosyne had taken up her position in the middle of a great bay; she dropped her anchor; immediately, as if she were a recumbent giant requiring examination, small boats came swarming about her.  She rang with cries; men jumped on to her; her deck was thumped by feet.  The lonely little island was invaded from all quarters at once, and after four weeks of silence it was bewildering to hear human speech.  Mrs. Ambrose alone heeded none of this stir.  She was pale with suspense while the boat with mail bags was making towards them.  Absorbed in her letters she did not notice that she had left the Euphrosyne, and felt no sadness when the ship lifted up her voice and bellowed thrice like a cow separated from its calf.