They were taken out of the port and carried eastward by a gentle breeze. Some clouds tempered the sunlight, and the hour was always deepening toward the supreme beauty of evening. Sails larger and smaller changed their aspect like sensitive things, and made a cheerful companionship, alternately near and far. The grand city shone more vaguely, the mountains looked out above it, and there was stillness as in an island sanctuary. Yet suddenly Gwendolen let her hands fall, and said in a scarcely audible tone, "God help me!"
"What is the matter?" said Grandcourt, not distinguishing the words.
"Oh, nothing," said Gwendolen, rousing herself from her momentary forgetfulness and resuming the ropes.
"Don't you find this pleasant?" said Grandcourt.

They were taken out of the port and carried eastward by a gentle breeze. Some clouds tempered the sunlight, and the supreme beauty of evening was approaching. Sails larger and smaller made a cheerful companionship. The grand city shone, and the mountains looked out above it in stillness. Suddenly Gwendolen let her hands fall, and said in a scarcely audible tone, "God help me!"
"What is the matter?" said Grandcourt.
"Oh, nothing," said Gwendolen, rousing herself and resuming the ropes.
"Don't you find this pleasant?" said Grandcourt.
