"And you'll be able to draw my monthly half-pay," went on Hornblower harshly, to keep the emotion from his voice; and then, realizing how harshly, he continued: "It is time to say good-bye now, darling."
He had forced himself to use that unaccustomed last word. The water level was far up the Hard; that meant, as he had known when he had given the orders, that the tide was at the flood. He would be able to take advantage of the ebb.
"Darling!" said Maria, turning to him and lifting up her face to him in its hood.
He kissed her; down at the water's edge there was the familiar rattle of oars on thwarts, and the sound of male voices, as his boat's crew perceived the two shadowy figures on the Hard. Maria heard those sounds as clearly as Hornblower did, and she quickly snatched away from...