The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor, and was at rest.
The sea.reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway.
The air was dark above Gravesend.
The Director of Companies was our Captain and our host. He resembled a pilot, which to a seaman is trustworthiness personified.
Between us there was the bond of the sea. Besides holding our hearts together through lon periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each others yarns and even convictions, The Lawyer-the best of old fellows. was lying on the only rug. The Accountant had brought out already a box of dominoes.
Marlow sat cross-legged. He had sunken cheedks, a yellow complexión, a straight back. The Director, satisfied the anchor had good hold, sat down amongst us. We exchanged a few words lazily.
Afterwards there was silence on board the yacht. We did not begin that game of dominoes. We left meditative and like doing nothing.
The sun set. The dusk fell on the stream and lights began to appear along the shore.
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