Meanwhile, even as he spoke, each of the trio were occupied with
thoughts which they would not have cared to put into language. Mrs.
Pooley's were those good wifely reflections which busied themselves
only with her husband's interests, and were disturbed by
considerations of what a loss to him the delay would produce should it
be further prolonged. Yet, there was also growing upon her, if it were
not already full-grown--as was now the case with all others in the
ship--a gruesome, indefinable horror of what might be the outcome of
this strange affliction that had fallen on the vessel. Suppose, she
had asked herself a hundred times in common with all the others on
board--the sailors alone expressing their thoughts openly--suppose
everyone in the _Emperor_ succumbed to this blindness! What then would
happen, even if it were not followed by death? Would they drift about
the ocean helplessly if the calm continued, until they were seen and
rescued by some other vessel; or, if a strong gale came up, would
they--with no one capable of so much as steering the ship be
shipwrecked and sent to the bottom? While, as to the horrible idea of
death following on blindness, and the _Emperor of the Moon_ drifting
about, a floating catacomb--that was not to be thought about! It was
too fearful a thing to reflect upon and still preserve one's sanity.
Yet, all the same, not only was it thought about but talked about
among the sailors, while many ideas were propounded as to what was to
be done ere the worst came to the worst. As for Bella, her reflections
were all of one kind, and one only. Would Gilbert be spared! For
herself she cared but little, though she would scarcely have been the
brave, womanly girl she was if she had not repined at the dark cloud
which had now settled down over the existence of her lover and
herself, and which threatened, if it continued to hover over them and
their fortunes, to darken that existence still more. Further than this
she did not dare to look, and, consequently, could only pray fervently
that the cloud might be lifted ere long, even as she strove to force
herself to believe that such would undoubtedly be the case.
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