ARABY w/ Direct link technology (A Romantic Story)

They stood leaning on the rail, behind them Genoa, opalescent in a sea-mist; before them the usual uninteresting crowd of fellow-passengers, fellow-sufferers worst, fellow-feeders. Coming by the Southern route had been a freak of Mrs. Copeland, and a minute before, as she viewed those with whom she was to be thrown into a certain amount of contact for the next ten days, she had regretted it.