She　put　the　question；　still　looking　mechanically　at　the　door　by
  which　her　husband　and　Clara　had　gone　out。　Receiving　no　reply；　she
  glanced　round　at　Steventon。　He　was　standing　on　the　opposite　side
  of　the　luncheon…table；　with　his　eyes　fixed　attentively　on　the
  view　from　the　main　doorway　of　the　boat…house。　Mrs。　Crayford
  looked　where　Steventon　was　looking。　This　time　there　was　something
  visible。　She　saw　the　shadow　of　a　human　figure　projected　on　the
  stretch　of　smooth　yellow　sand　in　front　of　the　boat…house。
  In　a　moment　more　the　figure　appeared。　A　man　came　slowly　into
  view；　and　stopped　on　the　threshold　of　the　door。
  Chapter　18。
  The　man　was　a　sinister　and　terrible　object　to　look　at。　His　eyes
  glared　like　the　eyes　of　a　wild　animal；　his　head　was　bare；　his
  long　gray　hair　was　torn　and　tangled；　his　miserable　garments　hung
  about　him　in　rags。　He　stood　in　the　doorway；　a　speechless　figure
  of　misery　and　want；　staring　at　the　well…spread　table　like　a
  hungry　dog。
  Steventon　spoke　to　him。
  〃Who　are　you？〃
  He　answered；　in　a　hoarse；　hollow　voice；
  〃A　starving　man。〃
  He　advanced　a　few　steps；　slowly　and　painfully；　as　if　he　were
  sinking　under　fatigue。
  〃Throw　me　some　bones　from　the　table；〃　he　said。　〃Give　me　my　share
  along　with　the　dogs。〃
  There　was　madness　as　well　as　hunger　in　his　eyes　while　he　spoke
  those　words。　Steventon　placed　Mrs。　Crayford　behind　him；　so　that
  he　might　be　easily　able　to　protect　her　in　case　of　need；　and
  beckoned　to　two　sailors　who　were　passing　the　door　of　the
  boat…house　at　the　time。
  〃Give　the　man　some　bread　and　meat；〃　he　said；　〃and　wait　near　him。〃
  The　outcast　seized　on　the　bread　and　meat　with　lean；　long…nailed
  hands　that　looked　like　claws。　After　his　first　mouthful　of　the
  food；　he　stopped；　considered　vacantly　with　himself；　and　broke　the
  bread　and　meat　into　two　portions。　One　portion　he　put　into　an　old
  canvas　wallet　that　hung　over　his　shoulder；　the　other　he　devoured
  voraciously。　Steventon　questioned　him。
  〃Where　do　you　come　from？〃
  〃From　the　sea。〃
  〃Wrecked？〃
  〃Yes。〃
  Steventon　turned　to　Mrs。　Crayford。
  〃There　may　be　some　truth　in　the　poor　wretch's　story；〃　he　said。　〃I
  heard　something　of　a　strange　boat　having　been　cast　on　the　beach
  thirty　or　forty　miles　higher　up　the　coast。　When　were　you　wrecked；
  my　man？〃
  The　starving　creature　looked　up　from　his　food；　and　made　an　effort
  to　collect　his　thoughtsto　exert　his　memory。　It　was　not　to　be
  done。　He　gave　up　the　attempt　in　despair。　His　language；　when　he
  spoke；　was　as　wild　as　his　looks。
  〃I　can't　tell　you；〃　he　said。　〃I　can't　get　the　wash　of　the　sea　out
  of　my　ears。　I　can't　get　the　shining　stars　all　night；　and　the
  burning　sun　all　day；　out　of　my　brain。　When　was　I　wrecked？　When
  was　I　first　adrift　in　the　boat？　When　did　I　get　the　tiller　in　my
  hand　and　fight　against　hunger　and　sleep？　When　did　the　gnawi　ng　in
  my　breast；　and　the　burning　in　my　head；　first　begin？　I　have　lost
  all　reckoning　of　it。　I　can't　think；　I　can't　sleep；　I　can't　get
  the　wash　of　the　sea　out　of　my　ears。　What　are　you　baiting　me　with
  questions　for？　Let　me　eat！〃
  Even　the　sailors　pitied　him。　The　sailors　asked　leave　of　their
  officer　to　add　a　little　drink　to　his　meal。
  〃We've　got　a　drop　of　grog　with　us；　sir；　in　a　bottle。　May　we　give
  it　to　him？〃
  〃Certainly！〃
  He　took　the　bottle　fiercely；　as　he　had　taken　the　food；　drank　a
  little；　stopped；　and　considered　with　himself　again。　He　held　up
  the　bottle　to　the　light；　and；　marking　how　much　liquor　it
  contained；　carefully　drank　half　of　it　only。　This　done；　he　put　the
  bottle　in　his　wallet　along　with　the　food。
  〃Are　you　saving　it　up　for　another　time？〃　said　Steventon。
  〃I'm　saving　it　up；〃　the　man　answered。　〃Never　mind　what　for。
  That's　my　secret。〃
  He　looked　round　the　boat…house　as　he　made　that　reply；　and　noticed
  Mrs。　Crayford　for　the　first　time。
  〃A　woman　among　you！〃　he　said。　〃Is　she　English？　Is　she　young？　Let
  me　look　closer　at　her。〃
  He　advanced　a　few　steps　toward　the　table。
  〃Don't　be　afraid；　Mrs。　Crayford；〃　said　Steventon。
  〃I　am　not　afraid；〃　Mrs。　Crayford　replied。　〃He　frightened　me　at
  firsthe　interests　me　now。　Let　him　speak　to　me　if　he　wishes　it！〃
  He　never　spoke。　He　stood；　in　dead　silence；　looking　long　and
  anxiously　at　the　beautiful　Englishwoman。
  〃Well？〃　said　Steventon。
  He　shook　his　head　sadly；　and　drew　back　again　with　a　heavy　sigh。
  〃No！〃　he　said　to　himself；　〃that's　not　_her_　face。　No！　not　found
  yet。〃
  Mrs。　Crayford's　interest　was　strongly　excited。　She　ventured　to
  speak　to　him。
  〃Who　is　it　you　want　to　find？〃　she　asked。　〃Your　wife？〃
  He　shook　his　head　again。
  〃Who；　then？　What　is　she　like？〃
  He　answered　that　question　in　words。　His　hoarse；　hollow　voice
  softened；　little　by　little；　into　sorrowful　and　gentle　tones。
  〃Young；〃　he　said；　〃with　a　fair；　sad　facewith　kind；　tender
  eyeswith　a　soft；　clear　voice。　Young　and　loving　and　merciful。　I
  keep　her　face　in　my　mind；　though　I　can　keep　nothing　else。　I　must
  wander；　wander；　wanderrestless；　sleepless；　homelesstill　I
  find　_her！_　Over　the　ice　and　over　the　snow；　tossing　on　the　sea；
  tramping　over　the　land；　awake　all　night；　awake　all　day；　wander；
  wander；　wander；　till　I　find　_her！_〃
  He　waved　his　hand　with　a　gesture　of　farewell；　and　turned　wearily
  to　go　out。
  At　the　same　moment　Crayford　opened　the　yard　door。
  〃I　think　you　had　better　come　to　Clara；〃　he　began；　and　checked
  himself；　noticing　the　stranger。　〃Who　is　that？〃
  The　shipwrecked　man；　hearing　another　voice　in　the　room；　looked
  round　slowly　over　his　shoulder。　Struck　by　his　appearance；
  Crayford　advanced　a　little　nearer　to　him。　Mrs。　Crayford　spoke　to
  her　husband　as　he　passed　her。
  〃It's　only　a　poor；　mad　creature；　William；〃　she
  whispered〃shipwrecked　and　starving。〃
  〃Mad？〃　Crayford　repeated；　approaching　nearer　and　nearer　to　the
  man。　〃Am　_I_　in　my　right　senses？〃　He　suddenly　sprang　on　the
  outcast；　and　seized　him　by　the　throat。　〃Richard　Wardour！〃　he
  cried；　in　a　voice　of　fury。　〃Alive！alive；　to　answer　for　Frank！〃
  The　man　struggled。　Crayford　held　him。
  〃Where　is　Frank？〃　he　said。　〃You　villain；　where　is　Frank？〃
  The　man　resisted　no　longer。　He　repeated　vacantly；
  〃Villain？　and　where　is　Frank？〃
  As　the　name　escaped　his　lips；　Clara　appeared　at　the　open　yard
  door；　and　hurried　into　the　room。
  〃I　heard　Richard's　name！〃　she　said。　〃I　heard　Frank's　name！　What
  does　it　mean？〃
  At　the　sound　of　her　voice　the　outcast　renewed　the　struggle　to
  free　himself；　with　a　sudden　frenzy　of　strength　which　Crayford　was
  not　able　to　resist。　He　broke　away　before　the　sailors　could　come
  to　their　officer's　assistance。　Half…way　down　the　length　of　the
  room　he　and　Clara　met　one　another　face　to　face。　A　new　light
  sparkled　in　the　poor　wretch's　eyes；　a　cry　of　recognition　burst
  from　his　lips。　He　flung　one　hand　up　wildly　in　the　air。　〃Found！〃
  he　shouted；　and　rushed　out　to　the　beach　before　any　of　the　men
  present　could　stop　him。
  Mrs。　Crayford　put　her　arms　round　Clara　and　held　her　up。　She　had
  not　made　a　movement：　she　had　not　spoken　a　word。　The　sight　of
  Wardour's　face　had　petrified　her。
  The　minutes　passed；　and　there　rose　a　sudden　burst　of　cheering
  from　the　sailors　on　the　beach；　near　the　spot　where　the
  fishermen's　boats　were　drawn　up。　Every　man　left　his　work。　Every
  man　waved　his　cap　in　the　air。　The　passengers；　near　at　hand；
  caught　the　infection　of　enthusiasm；　and　joined　the　crew。　A　moment
  more；　and　Richard　Wardour　appeared　again　in　the　doorway；　carrying
  a　man　in　his　arms。　He　staggered；　breathless　with　the　effort　that
  he　was　making；　to　the　place　where　Clara　stood；　held　up　in　Mrs。
  Crayford's　arms。
  〃Saved；　Clara！〃　he　cried。　〃Saved　for　_you！_〃
  He　released　the　man；　and　placed　him　in　Clara's　arms。
  Frank！　foot…sore　and　wearybut　livingsaved；　saved　for　_her！_
  〃Now；　Clara！〃　cried　Mrs。　Crayford；　〃which　of　us　is　right？　I　who
  believed　in　the　mercy　of　God？　or　you　who　believed　in　a　dream？〃
  She　never　answered；　she　clung　to　Frank　in　speechless　ecstasy。　She
  never　even　looked　at　the　man　who　had　preserved　him；　in　the　first
  absorbing　joy　of　seeing　Frank　alive。　Step　by　step；　slower　and
  slower；　Richard　Wardour　drew　back；　and　left　them　by　themselves。
  〃I　may　rest　now；〃　he　said；　faintly。　〃I　may　sleep　at　last。　The
  task　is　done。　The　struggle　is　over。〃
  His　last　reserves　of　strength　had　been　given　to　Frank。　He
  stoppedhe　staggeredhis　hands　waved　feebly　in　search　of
  support。　But　for　one　faithful　friend　he　would　have　fallen。
  Crayford　caught　him。　Crayford　laid　his　old　comrade　gently　on　some
  sails　strewn　in　a　corner；　and　pillowed　Wardour's　weary　head　on
  his　own　bosom。　The　tears　streamed　over　his　face。　〃Richard！　dear
  Richard！〃　he　said。　〃Rememberand　forgive　me。〃
  Richard　neither　heeded　nor　heard　him。　His　dim　eyes　still　looked
  across　the　room　at　Clara　and　Frank。
  〃I　have　made　_her_　happy！〃　he　murmured。　〃I　may　lay　down　my　weary
  head　now　on　the　mother　earth　that　hushes　all　her　children　to　rest
  at　last。　Sink；　heart！　sink；　sink　to　rest！　Oh；　look　at　them！〃　he
  said　to　Crayford；　with　a　burst　of　grief。　〃They　have　forgotten
  _me_　already。〃
  It　was　true！　The　interest　was　all　with　the　two　lovers。　Frank　was
  young　and　handsome　and　popular。　Officers；　passengers；　and
  sailors；　they　all　crowded　round　Frank。　They　all　forgot　the
  martyred　man　who　had　saved　himthe　man　who　was　dying　in
  Crayford's　arms。
  C