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She
had
twined
herself
tightly
round
his
heart
,
and
he
intended
her
to
cling
close
to
her
father
as
to
a
tower
of
strength
;
forgetting
,
while
she
was
little
,
that
in
the
nature
of
things
she
would
probably
elect
to
cling
to
someone
else
.
But
he
loved
life
well
enough
for
even
that
event
to
give
him
a
certain
satisfaction
,
apart
from
his
more
intimate
feeling
of
loss
.
After
he
had
purchased
the
Fair
Maid
to
occupy
his
loneliness
,
he
hastened
to
accept
a
rather
unprofitable
freight
to
Australia
simply
for
the
opportunity
of
seeing
his
daughter
in
her
own
home
.
What
made
him
dissatisfied
there
was
not
to
see
that
she
clung
now
to
somebody
else
,
but
that
the
prop
she
had
selected
seemed
on
closer
examination
"
a
rather
poor
stick
"
--
even
in
the
matter
of
health
.
He
disliked
his
son-in-law
's
studied
civility
perhaps
more
than
his
method
of
handling
the
sum
of
money
he
had
given
Ivy
at
her
marriage
.
But
of
his
apprehensions
he
said
nothing
.
Only
on
the
day
of
his
departure
,
with
the
hall-door
open
already
,
holding
her
hands
and
looking
steadily
into
her
eyes
,
he
had
said
,
"
You
know
,
my
dear
,
all
I
have
is
for
you
and
the
chicks
.
Mind
you
write
to
me
openly
.
"
She
had
answered
him
by
an
almost
imperceptible
movement
of
her
head
.
She
resembled
her
mother
in
the
color
of
her
eyes
,
and
in
character
--
and
also
in
this
,
that
she
understood
him
without
many
words
.
Sure
enough
she
had
to
write
;
and
some
of
these
letters
made
Captain
Whalley
lift
his
white
eye-brows
.
For
the
rest
he
considered
he
was
reaping
the
true
reward
of
his
life
by
being
thus
able
to
produce
on
demand
whatever
was
needed
.
He
had
not
enjoyed
himself
so
much
in
a
way
since
his
wife
had
died
.
Characteristically
enough
his
son-in-law
's
punctuality
in
failure
caused
him
at
a
distance
to
feel
a
sort
of
kindness
towards
the
man
.
The
fellow
was
so
perpetually
being
jammed
on
a
lee
shore
that
to
charge
it
all
to
his
reckless
navigation
would
be
manifestly
unfair
.
No
,
no
!
He
knew
well
what
that
meant
.
It
was
bad
luck
.
His
own
had
been
simply
marvelous
,
but
he
had
seen
in
his
life
too
many
good
men
--
seamen
and
others
--
go
under
with
the
sheer
weight
of
bad
luck
not
to
recognize
the
fatal
signs
.
For
all
that
,
he
was
cogitating
on
the
best
way
of
tying
up
very
strictly
every
penny
he
had
to
leave
,
when
,
with
a
preliminary
rumble
of
rumors
(
whose
first
sound
reached
him
in
Shanghai
as
it
happened
)
,
the
shock
of
the
big
failure
came
;
and
,
after
passing
through
the
phases
of
stupor
,
of
incredulity
,
of
indignation
,
he
had
to
accept
the
fact
that
he
had
nothing
to
speak
of
to
leave
.
Upon
that
,
as
if
he
had
only
waited
for
this
catastrophe
,
the
unlucky
man
,
away
there
in
Melbourne
,
gave
up
his
unprofitable
game
,
and
sat
down
--
in
an
invalid
's
bath-chair
at
that
too
.
"
He
will
never
walk
again
,
"
wrote
the
wife
.
For
the
first
time
in
his
life
Captain
Whalley
was
a
bit
staggered
.
The
Fair
Maid
had
to
go
to
work
in
bitter
earnest
now
.
It
was
no
longer
a
matter
of
preserving
alive
the
memory
of
Dare-devil
Harry
Whalley
in
the
Eastern
Seas
,
or
of
keeping
an
old
man
in
pocket-money
and
clothes
,
with
,
perhaps
,
a
bill
for
a
few
hundred
first-class
cigars
thrown
in
at
the
end
of
the
year
.
He
would
have
to
buckle-to
,
and
keep
her
going
hard
on
a
scant
allowance
of
gilt
for
the
ginger-bread
scrolls
at
her
stem
and
stern
.
This
necessity
opened
his
eyes
to
the
fundamental
changes
of
the
world
.
Of
his
past
only
the
familiar
names
remained
,
here
and
there
,
but
the
things
and
the
men
,
as
he
had
known
them
,
were
gone
.
The
name
of
Gardner
,
Patteson
,
&
Co.
was
still
displayed
on
the
walls
of
warehouses
by
the
waterside
,
on
the
brass
plates
and
window-panes
in
the
business
quarters
of
more
than
one
Eastern
port
,
but
there
was
no
longer
a
Gardner
or
a
Patteson
in
the
firm
.
There
was
no
longer
for
Captain
Whalley
an
arm-chair
and
a
welcome
in
the
private
office
,
with
a
bit
of
business
ready
to
be
put
in
the
way
of
an
old
friend
,
for
the
sake
of
bygone
services
.
The
husbands
of
the
Gardner
girls
sat
behind
the
desks
in
that
room
where
,
long
after
he
had
left
the
employ
,
he
had
kept
his
right
of
entrance
in
the
old
man
's
time
.
Their
ships
now
had
yellow
funnels
with
black
tops
,
and
a
time-table
of
appointed
routes
like
a
confounded
service
of
tramways
.
The
winds
of
December
and
June
were
all
one
to
them
;
their
captains
(
excellent
young
men
he
doubted
not
)
were
,
to
be
sure
,
familiar
with
Whalley
Island
,
because
of
late
years
the
Government
had
established
a
white
fixed
light
on
the
north
end
(
with
a
red
danger
sector
over
the
Condor
Reef
)
,
but
most
of
them
would
have
been
extremely
surprised
to
hear
that
a
flesh-and-blood
Whalley
still
existed
--
an
old
man
going
about
the
world
trying
to
pick
up
a
cargo
here
and
there
for
his
little
bark
.
And
everywhere
it
was
the
same
.
Departed
the
men
who
would
have
nodded
appreciatively
at
the
mention
of
his
name
,
and
would
have
thought
themselves
bound
in
honor
to
do
something
for
Dare-devil
Harry
Whalley
.
Departed
the
opportunities
which
he
would
have
known
how
to
seize
;
and
gone
with
them
the
white-winged
flock
of
clippers
that
lived
in
the
boisterous
uncertain
life
of
the
winds
,
skimming
big
fortunes
out
of
the
foam
of
the
sea
.
In
a
world
that
pared
down
the
profits
to
an
irreducible
minimum
,
in
a
world
that
was
able
to
count
its
disengaged
tonnage
twice
over
every
day
,
and
in
which
lean
charters
were
snapped
up
by
cable
three
months
in
advance
,
there
were
no
chances
of
fortune
for
an
individual
wandering
haphazard
with
a
little
bark
--
hardly
indeed
any
room
to
exist
.
