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He
found
it
more
difficult
from
year
to
year
.
He
suffered
greatly
from
the
smallness
of
remittances
he
was
able
to
send
his
daughter
.
Meantime
he
had
given
up
good
cigars
,
and
even
in
the
matter
of
inferior
cheroots
limited
himself
to
six
a
day
.
He
never
told
her
of
his
difficulties
,
and
she
never
enlarged
upon
her
struggle
to
live
.
Their
confidence
in
each
other
needed
no
explanations
,
and
their
perfect
understanding
endured
without
protestations
of
gratitude
or
regret
.
He
would
have
been
shocked
if
she
had
taken
it
into
her
head
to
thank
him
in
so
many
words
,
but
he
found
it
perfectly
natural
that
she
should
tell
him
she
needed
two
hundred
pounds
.
He
had
come
in
with
the
Fair
Maid
in
ballast
to
look
for
a
freight
in
the
Sofala
's
port
of
registry
,
and
her
letter
met
him
there
.
Its
tenor
was
that
it
was
no
use
mincing
matters
.
Her
only
resource
was
in
opening
a
boarding-house
,
for
which
the
prospects
,
she
judged
,
were
good
.
Good
enough
,
at
any
rate
,
to
make
her
tell
him
frankly
that
with
two
hundred
pounds
she
could
make
a
start
.
He
had
torn
the
envelope
open
,
hastily
,
on
deck
,
where
it
was
handed
to
him
by
the
ship-chandler
's
runner
,
who
had
brought
his
mail
at
the
moment
of
anchoring
.
For
the
second
time
in
his
life
he
was
appalled
,
and
remained
stock-still
at
the
cabin
door
with
the
paper
trembling
between
his
fingers
.
Open
a
boarding-house
!
Two
hundred
pounds
for
a
start
!
The
only
resource
!
And
he
did
not
know
where
to
lay
his
hands
on
two
hundred
pence
.
All
that
night
Captain
Whalley
walked
the
poop
of
his
anchored
ship
,
as
though
he
had
been
about
to
close
with
the
land
in
thick
weather
,
and
uncertain
of
his
position
after
a
run
of
many
gray
days
without
a
sight
of
sun
,
moon
,
or
stars
.
The
black
night
twinkled
with
the
guiding
lights
of
seamen
and
the
steady
straight
lines
of
lights
on
shore
;
and
all
around
the
Fair
Maid
the
riding
lights
of
ships
cast
trembling
trails
upon
the
water
of
the
roadstead
.
Captain
Whalley
saw
not
a
gleam
anywhere
till
the
dawn
broke
and
he
found
out
that
his
clothing
was
soaked
through
with
the
heavy
dew
.
His
ship
was
awake
.
He
stopped
short
,
stroked
his
wet
beard
,
and
descended
the
poop
ladder
backwards
,
with
tired
feet
.
At
the
sight
of
him
the
chief
officer
,
lounging
about
sleepily
on
the
quarterdeck
,
remained
open-mouthed
in
the
middle
of
a
great
early-morning
yawn
.
"
Good
morning
to
you
,
"
pronounced
Captain
Whalley
solemnly
,
passing
into
the
cabin
But
he
checked
himself
in
the
doorway
,
and
without
looking
back
,
"
By
the
bye
,
"
he
said
,
"
there
should
be
an
empty
wooden
case
put
away
in
the
lazarette
.
It
has
not
been
broken
up
--
has
it
?
"
The
mate
shut
his
mouth
,
and
then
asked
as
if
dazed
,
"
What
empty
case
,
sir
?
"
"
A
big
flat
packing-case
belonging
to
that
painting
in
my
room
.
Let
it
be
taken
up
on
deck
and
tell
the
carpenter
to
look
it
over
.
I
may
want
to
use
it
before
long
.
"
The
chief
officer
did
not
stir
a
limb
till
he
had
heard
the
door
of
the
captain
's
state-room
slam
within
the
cuddy
.
Then
he
beckoned
aft
the
second
mate
with
his
forefinger
to
tell
him
that
there
was
something
"
in
the
wind
.
"
