Dorcas was climbing out of the pool; she was puzzled and rather troubled but not too much so; Smith could feel her confidence in Jubal.  Larry was at the edge of the pool and had just gotten out; drops of water falling from him were in the air.  Larry was not troubled but excited and pleased; his confidence in Jubal was absolute.  Miriam was near him and her mood was midway between those of Dorcas and Larry.  Anne was standing where she had been seated and was dressed in the long white garment she had had with her all day.  Smith could not fully grok her mood; he felt in her some of the cold unyielding discipline of mind of an Old One.  It startled him, as Anne was always soft and gentle and warmly friendly.