and　west　before　the　sun　rose。　　Sometimes　there　were　no　paling　planets　and
  no　rising　sun；　and　a　black　sea；　ridged　with　white；　tossed　under　a　low
  dark　sky　with　dim　rifts。
  One　morning；　they　saw　the　sun　rise　with　a　serenity　and　majesty　which　it
  rarely　has　outside　of　the　theatre。　　The　dawn　began　over　that　sea　which
  was　like　the　rumpled　canvas　imitations　of　the　sea　on　the　stage；　under
  long　mauve　clouds　bathed　in　solemn　light。　　Above　these；　in　the　pale
  tender　sky；　two　silver　stars　hung；　and　the　steamer's　smoke　drifted　across
  them　like　a　thin　dusky　veil。　　To　the　right　a　bank　of　dun　cloud　began　to
  burn　crimson；　and　to　burn　brighter　till　it　was　like　a　low　hill…side　full
  of　gorgeous　rugosities　fleeced　with　a　dense　dwarfish　growth　of　autumnal
  shrubs。　　The　whole　eastern　heaven　softened　and　flushed　through　diaphanous
  mists；　the　west　remained　a　livid　mystery。　　The　eastern　masses　and　flakes
  of　cloud　began　to　kindle　keenly；　but　the　stars　shone　clearly；　and　then
  one　star；　till　the　tawny　pink　hid　it。　　All　the　zenith　reddened；　but　still
  the　sun　did　not　show　except　in　the　color　of　the　brilliant　clouds。　　At
  last　the　lurid　horizon　began　to　burn　like　a　flame…shot　smoke；　and　a
  fiercely　bright　disc　edge　pierced　its　level；　and　swiftly　defined　itself
  as　the　sun's　orb。
  Many　thoughts　went　through　March's　mind；　some　of　them　were　sad；　but　in
  some　there　was　a　touch　of　hopefulness。　　It　might　have　been　that　beauty
  which　consoled　him　for　his　years；　somehow　he　felt　himself；　if　no　longer
  young；　a　part　of　the　young　immortal　frame　of　things。　　His　state　was
  indefinable；　but　he　longed　to　hint　at　it　to　his　companion。
  〃Yes；〃　said　Eltwin；　with　a　long　deep　sigh。　　〃I　feel　as　if　I　could　walk
  out　through　that　brightness　and　find　her。　　I　reckon　that　such　hopes
  wouldn't　be　allowed　to　lie　to　us；　that　so　many　ages　of　men　couldn't　have
  fooled　themselves　so。　　I'm　glad　I've　seen　this。〃　　He　was　silent　and　they
  both　remained　watching　the　rising　sun　till　they　could　not　bear　its
  splendor。　　〃Now；〃　said　the　major；　〃it　must　be　time　for　that　mud；　as　you
  call　it。〃　　Over　their　coffee　and　crackers　at　the　end　of　the　table　which
  they　had　to　themselves；　he　resumed。　　〃I　was　thinking　all　the　time
  we　seem　to　think　half　a　dozen　things　at　once；　and　this　was　one　of　them
  about　a　piece　of　business　I've　got　to　settle　when　I　reach　home；　and
  perhaps　you　can　advise　me　about　it；　you're　an　editor。　　I've　got　a
  newspaper　on　my　hands；　I　reckon　it　would　be　a　pretty　good　thing；　if　it
  had　a　chance；　but　I　don't　know　what　to　do　with　it：　I　got　it　in　trade　with
  a　fellow　who　has　to　go　West　for　his　lungs；　but　he's　staying　till　I　get
  back。　　What's　become　of　that　young　chapwhat's　his　name？that　went　out
  with　us？〃
  〃Burnamy？〃　prompted　March；　rather　breathlessly。
  〃Yes。　　Couldn't　he　take　hold　of　it？　　I　rather　liked　him。　　He's　smart；
  isn't　he？〃
  〃Very；〃　said　March。　　〃But　I　don't　know　where　he　is。　　I　don't　know　that　he
  would　go　into　the　country。　　But　he　might；　if〃
  They　entered　provisionally　into　the　case；　and　for　argument's　sake
  supposed　that　Burnamy　would　take　hold　of　the　major's　paper　if　he　could　be
  got　at。　　It　really　looked　to　March　like　a　good　chance　for　him；　on
  Eltwin's　showing；　but　he　was　not　confident　of　Burnamy's　turning　up　very
  soon；　and　he　gave　the　major　a　pretty　clear　notion　why；　by　entering　into
  the　young　fellow's　history　for　the　last　three　months。
  〃Isn't　it　the　very　irony　of　fate？〃　he　said　to　his　wife　when　he　found　her
  in　their　room　with　a　cup　of　the　same　mud　he　had　been　drinking；　and
  reported　the　facts　to　her。
  〃Irony？〃　she　said；　with　all　the　excitement　he　could　have　imagined　or
  desired。　　〃Nothing　of　the　kind。　　It's　a　leading；　if　ever　there　was　one。
  It　will　be　the　easiest　thing　in　the　world　to　find　Burnamy。　　And　out　there
  she　can　sit　on　her　steps！〃
  He　slowly　groped　his　way　to　her　meaning；　through　the　hypothesis　of
  Burnamy's　reconciliation　and　marriage　with　Agatha　Triscoe；　and　their
  settlement　in　Major　Eltwin's　town　under　social　conditions　that　implied　a
  habit　of　spending　the　summer　evenings　on　their　front　porch。　　While　he　was
  doing　this　she　showered　him　with　questions　and　conjectures　and
  requisitions　in　which　nothing　but　the　impossibility　of　going　ashore　saved
  him　from　the　instant　devotion　of　all　his　energies　to　a　world…wide；
  inquiry　into　Burnamy's　whereabouts。
  The　next　morning　he　was　up　before　Major　Eltwin　got　out；　and　found　the
  second…cabin　passengers　free　of　the　first…cabin　promenade　at　an　hour　when
  their　superiors　were　not　using　it。　　As　he　watched　these　inferiors；
  decent…looking；　well…clad　men　and　women；　enjoying　their　privilege　with　a
  furtive　air；　and　with　stolen　glances　at　him；　he　asked　himself　in　what
  sort　he　was　their　superior；　till　the　inquiry　grew　painful。　　Then　he　rose
  from　his　chair；　and　made　his　way　to　the　place　where　the　material　barrier
  between　them　was　lifted；　and　interested　himself　in　a　few　of　them　who
  seemed　too　proud　to　avail　themselves　of　his　society　on　the　terms　made。
  A　figure　seized　his　attention　with　a　sudden　fascination　of　conjecture　and
  rejection：　the　figure　of　a　tall　young　man　who　came　out　on　the　promenade
  and　without　looking　round；　walked　swiftly　away　to　the　bow　of　the　ship；
  and　stood　there；　looking　down　at　the　water　in　au　attitude　which　was
  bewilderingly　familiar。　　His　movement；　his　posture；　his　dress；　even；　was
  that　of　Burnamy；　and　March；　after　a　first　flush　of　pleasure；　felt　a
  sickening　repulsion　in　the　notion　of　his　presence。　　It　would　have　been
  such　a　cheap　performance　on　the　part　of　life；　which　has　all　sorts　of
  chances　at　command；　and　need　not　descend　to　the　poor　tricks　of　second…
  rate　fiction；　and　he　accused　Burnamy　of　a　complicity　in　the　bad　taste　of
  the　affair；　though　he　realized；　when　he　reflected；　that　if　it　were　really
  Burnamy　he　must　have　sailed　in　as　much　unconsciousness　of　the　Triscoes　as
  he　himself　had　done。　　He　had　probably　got　out　of　money　and　had　hurried
  home　while　he　had　still　enough　to　pay　the　second…cabin　fare　on　the　first
  boat　back。　　Clearly　he　was　not　to　blame；　but　life　was　to　blame　for　such　a
  shabby　device；　and　March　felt　this　so　keenly　that　he　wished　to　turn　from
  the　situation；　and　have　nothing　to　do　with　it。　　He　kept　moving　toward
  him；　drawn　by　the　fatal　attraction；　and　at　a　few　paces'　distance　the
  young　man　whirled　about　and　showed　him　the　face　of　a　stranger。
  March　made　some　witless　remark　on　the　rapid　course　of　the　ship　as　it　cut
  its　way　through　the　water　of　the　bow；　the　stranger　answered　with　a　strong
  Lancashire　accent；　and　in　the　talk　which　followed；　he　said　he　was　going
  out　to　see　the　cotton…mills　at　Fall　River　and　New　Bedford；　and　he　seemed
  hopeful　of　some　advice　or　information　from　March；　then　he　said　he　must　go
  and　try　to　get　his　Missus　out；　March　understood　him　to　mean　his　wife；　and
  he　hurried　down　to　his　own；　to　whom　he　related　his　hair…breadth　escape
  from　Burnamy。
  〃I　don't　call　it　an　escape　at　all！〃　　she　declared。　　〃I　call　it　the
  greatest　possible　misfortune。　　If　it　had　been　Burnamy　we　could　have
  brought　them　together　at　once；　just　when　she　has　seen　so　clearly　that　she
  was　in　the　wrong；　and　is　feeling　all　broken　up。　　There　wouldn't　have　been
  any　difficulty　about　his　being　in　the　second…cabin。　　We　could　have
  contrived　to　have　them　meet　somehow。　　If　the　worst　came　to　the　worst　you
  could　have　lent　him　money　to　pay　the　difference；　and　got　him　into　the
  first…cabin。〃
  〃I　could　have　taken　that　six…hundred…dollar　room　for　him；〃　said　March；
  〃and　then　he　could　have　eaten　with　the　swells。〃
  She　answered　that　now　he　was　teasing；　that　he　was　fundamentally　incapable
  of　taking　anything　seriously；　and　in　the　end　he　retired　before　the
  stewardess　bringing　her　first　coffee；　with　a　well…merited　feeling　that　if
  it　had　not　been　for　his　triviality　the　young　Lancashireman　would　really
  have　been　Burnamy。
  LXXV。
  Except　for　the　first　day　and　night　out　from　Queenstown；　when　the　ship
  rolled　and　pitched　with　straining　and　squeaking　noises；　and　a　thumping　of
  the　lifted　screws；　there　was　no　rough　weather；　and　at　last　the　ocean　was
  livid　and　oily；　with　a　long　swell；　on　which　she　swayed　with　no
  perceptible　motion　save　from　her　machinery。
  Most　of　the　seamanship　seemed　to　be　done　after　dark；　or　in　those　early
  hours　when　March　found　the　stewards　cleaning　the　stairs；　and　the　sailors
  scouring　the　promenades。　　He　made　little　acquaintance　with　his　fellow…
  passengers。　　One　morning　he　almost　spoke　with　an　old　Quaker　lady　whom　he
  joined　in　looking　at　the　Niagara　flood　which　poured　from　the　churning
  screws；　but　he　did　not　quite　get　the　words　out。　　On　the　contrary　he
  talked　freely　with　an　American　who；　bred　horses　on　a　farm　near　Boulogne；
  and　was　going　home　to　the　Horse　Show；　he　had　been　thirty…five　years　out
  of　the　country；　but　he　had　preserved　his　Yankee　accent　in　all　its　purity；
  and　was　the　most　typical…looking　American　on　board。　　Now　and　then　March
  walked　up　and　down　with　a　blond　Mexican　whom　he　found　of　the　usual　well…
  ordered　Latin　intelligence；　but　rather　flavorless；　at　times　he　sat　beside
  a　nice　Jew；　who　talked　agreeably；　but　only　about　business；　and　he
  philosophized　the　race　as　so　tiresome　often　because　it　seemed　so　often
  without　philosophy。　　He　made　desperate　attempts　at　times　to　interest
  himself　in　the　pool…selling　in　the　smok