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The
day
wore
on
,
the
dusk
fell
,
lights
one
by
one
sprang
up
and
shone
within
the
ship
;
the
young
moon
rose
in
a
cloudless
sky
spangled
with
stars
.
People
remarked
on
the
loveliness
of
the
night
as
they
went
to
dress
for
dinner
,
but
they
remarked
also
on
its
coldness
.
There
was
an
unusual
chill
in
the
air
,
and
lightly
clad
people
were
glad
to
draw
in
to
the
big
fireplaces
in
smoke-room
or
drawing-room
or
library
,
and
to
keep
within
the
comfort
of
the
warm
and
lamplit
rooms
.
The
cold
was
easily
accounted
for
;
it
was
the
ice
season
,
and
the
airs
that
were
blowing
down
from
the
north-west
carried
with
them
a
breath
from
the
ice-fields
.
It
was
so
cold
that
the
decks
were
pretty
well
deserted
,
and
the
usual
evening
concert
,
instead
of
being
held
on
the
open
deck
,
was
held
in
the
warmth
,
under
cover
.
And
gradually
people
drifted
away
to
bed
,
leaving
only
a
few
late
birds
sitting
up
reading
in
the
library
,
or
playing
cards
in
the
smoking-rooms
,
or
following
a
restaurant
dinner-party
by
quiet
conversation
in
the
flower-decked
lounge
.
The
ship
had
settled
down
for
the
night
;
half
of
her
company
were
peacefully
asleep
in
bed
,
and
many
lying
down
waiting
for
sleep
to
come
,
when
something
happened
.
What
that
something
was
depended
upon
what
part
of
the
ship
you
were
in
.
The
first
thing
to
attract
the
attention
of
most
of
the
first-class
passengers
was
a
negative
thing
the
cessation
of
that
trembling
,
continuous
rhythm
which
had
been
the
undercurrent
of
all
their
waking
sensations
since
the
ship
left
Queenstown
.
The
engines
stopped
.
Some
wondered
,
and
put
their
heads
out
of
their
state-room
doors
,
or
even
threw
a
wrap
about
them
and
went
out
into
the
corridors
to
see
what
had
happened
,
while
others
turned
over
in
bed
and
composed
themselves
to
sleep
,
deciding
to
wait
until
the
morning
to
hear
what
was
the
cause
of
the
delay
.
Lower
down
in
the
ship
they
heard
a
little
more
.
The
sudden
harsh
clash
of
the
engine-room
telegraph
bells
would
startle
those
who
were
near
enough
to
hear
it
,
especially
as
it
was
followed
almost
immediately
afterwards
by
the
simultaneous
ringing
all
through
the
lower
part
of
the
ship
of
the
gongs
that
gave
warning
of
the
closing
of
the
water-tight
doors
.
After
the
engines
stopped
there
was
a
moment
of
stillness
;
and
then
the
vibration
began
again
,
more
insistently
this
time
,
with
a
certain
jumping
movement
which
to
the
experienced
ear
meant
that
the
engines
were
being
sent
full
speed
astern
;
and
then
they
stopped
again
,
and
again
there
was
stillness
.
Here
and
there
in
the
long
corridors
amidships
a
door
opened
and
some
one
thrust
a
head
out
,
asking
what
was
the
matter
;
here
and
there
a
man
in
pyjamas
and
a
dressing-gown
came
out
of
his
cabin
and
climbed
up
the
deserted
staircase
to
have
a
look
at
what
was
going
on
;
people
sitting
in
the
lighted
saloons
and
smoke-rooms
looked
at
one
another
and
said
:
"
What
was
that
?
"
gave
or
received
some
explanation
,
and
resumed
their
occupations
.
A
man
in
his
dressing-gown
came
into
one
of
the
smoking-rooms
where
a
party
was
seated
at
cards
,
with
a
few
yawning
bystanders
looking
on
before
they
turned
in
.
The
newcomer
wanted
to
know
what
was
the
matter
,
whether
they
had
noticed
anything
?
They
had
felt
a
slight
jar
,
they
said
,
and
had
seen
an
iceberg
going
by
past
the
windows
;
probably
the
ship
had
grazed
it
,
but
no
damage
had
been
done
.
And
they
resumed
their
game
of
bridge
.
The
man
in
the
dressing-gown
left
the
smoke-room
,
and
never
saw
any
of
the
players
again
.
So
little
excitement
was
there
in
this
part
of
the
ship
that
the
man
in
the
dressing-gown
(
his
name
was
Mr.
Beezley
,
an
English
schoolmaster
,
one
of
the
few
who
emerges
from
the
crowd
with
an
intact
individuality
)
went
back
to
his
cabin
and
lay
down
on
his
bed
with
a
book
,
waiting
for
the
ship
to
start
again
But
the
unnatural
stillness
,
the
uncanny
peace
even
of
this
great
peaceful
ship
,
must
have
got
a
little
upon
his
nerves
;
and
when
he
heard
people
moving
about
in
the
corridors
,
he
got
up
again
,
and
found
that
several
people
whom
the
stillness
had
wakened
from
their
sleep
were
wandering
about
inquiring
what
had
happened
.
But
that
was
all
.
The
half-hour
which
followed
the
stoppage
of
the
ship
was
a
comparatively
quiet
half-hour
,
in
which
a
few
people
came
out
of
their
cabins
indeed
,
and
collected
together
in
the
corridors
and
staircases
gossiping
,
speculating
and
asking
questions
as
to
what
could
have
happened
;
but
it
was
not
a
time
of
anxiety
,
or
anything
like
it
.
Nothing
could
be
safer
on
this
quiet
Sunday
night
than
the
great
ship
,
warmed
and
lighted
everywhere
,
with
her
thick
carpets
and
padded
armchairs
and
cushioned
recesses
;
and
if
anything
could
have
added
to
the
sense
of
peace
and
stability
,
it
was
that
her
driving
motion
had
ceased
,
and
that
she
lay
solid
and
motionless-like
a
rock
in
the
sea
,
the
still
water
scarcely
lapping
against
her
sides
.
And
those
of
her
people
who
had
thought
it
worth
while
to
get
out
of
bed
stood
about
in
little
knots
,
and
asked
foolish
questions
,
and
gave
foolish
answers
in
the
familiar
manner
of
passengers
on
shipboard
when
the
slightest
incident
occurs
to
vary
the
regular
and
monotonous
routine
.
This
was
one
phase
of
that
first
half-hour
.
Up
on
the
high
bridge
,
isolated
from
all
the
indoor
life
of
the
passengers
,
there
was
another
phase
.
The
watches
had
been
relieved
at
ten
o'clock
,
when
the
ship
had
settled
down
for
the
quietest
and
least
eventful
period
of
the
whole
twenty-four
hours
.
The
First
Officer
,
Mr.
Murdoch
,
was
in
command
of
the
bridge
,
and
with
him
was
Mr.
Boxhall
,
the
Fourth
Officer
,
and
the
usual
look-out
staff
.
The
moon
had
set
,
and
the
night
was
very
cold
,
clear
and
starry
,
except
where
here
and
there
a
slight
haze
hung
on
the
surface
of
the
water
.
Captain
Smith
,
to
whom
the
night
of
the
sea
was
like
day
,
and
to
whom
all
the
invisible
tracks
and
roads
of
the
Atlantic
were
as
familiar
as
Fleet
Street
is
to
a
Daily
Telegraph
reporter
,
had
been
in
the
chart
room
behind
the
bridge
to
plot
out
the
course
for
the
night
,
and
afterwards
had
gone
to
his
room
to
lie
down
.
Two
pairs
of
sharp
eyes
were
peering
forward
from
the
crow
's
nest
,
another
pair
from
the
nose
of
the
ship
on
the
fo
'
c
's
tle
head
,
and
at
least
three
pairs
from
the
bridge
itself
,
all
staring
into
the
dim
night
,
quartering
with
busy
glances
the
area
of
the
black
sea
in
front
of
them
where
the
foremast
and
its
wire
shrouds
and
stays
were
swinging
almost
imperceptibly
across
the
starry
sky
.
At
twenty
minutes
to
twelve
the
silence
of
the
night
was
broken
by
three
sharp
strokes
on
the
gong
sounding
from
the
crow
's
nest
a
signal
for
something
right
ahead
;
while
almost
simultaneously
came
a
voice
through
the
telephone
from
the
look-out
announcing
the
presence
of
ice
.
