are　in　each　of　us；　so　sacred　that　they　melt　away　at　the　approach　of
  words。
  I　shall　remember　her　like　thatwith　the　gleam　of　a　smile　in　her
  half…closed　eyes；　her　red　lips　partedsuch　a　quaint　look　of　mockery；
  pleasure；　regret；　on　her　little　round；　upturned　face；　the　room　white；
  and　fresh　with　flowers；　the　breeze　guttering　the　apple…leaves　against
  the　window。　　In　the　night　they　had　unhooked　the　violin　and　taken　it
  away；　she　had　not　missed　it。。。。　　When　Dan　came；　I　gave　up　my　place　to
  him。　　He　took　her　hand　gently　in　his　great　paw；　without　speaking。
  〃How　small　my　hand　looks　there；〃　she　said；　〃too　small。〃　　Dan　put　it
  softly　back　on　the　bedclothes　and　wiped　his　forehead。　　Pasiance　cried
  in　a　sharp　whisper：　〃Is　it　so　hot　in　here？　　I　didn't　know。〃　　Dan　bent
  down；　put　his　lips　to　her　fingers　and　left　the　room。
  The　afternoon　was　long；　the　longest　I've　ever　spent。　　Sometimes　she
  seemed　to　sleep；　sometimes　whispered　to　herself　about　her　mother；　her
  grandfather；　the　garden；　or　her　catsall　sorts　of　inconsequent；
  trivial；　even　ludicrous　memories　seemed　to　throng　her　mindnever
  once；　I　think；　did　she　speak　of　Zachary；　but；　now　and　then；　she　asked
  the　time。。。。　　Each　hour　she　grew　visibly　weaker。　　John　Ford　sat　by
  her　without　moving；　his　heavy　breathing　was　often　the　only　sound；
  sometimes　she　rubbed　her　fingers　on　his　hand；　without　speaking。　　It
  was　a　summary　of　their　lives　together。　　Once　he　prayed　aloud　for　her
  in　a　hoarse　voice；　then　her　pitiful；　impatient　eyes　signed　to　me。
  〃Quick；〃　she　whispered；　〃I　want　him；　it's　all　socold。〃
  I　went　out　and　ran　down　the　path　towards　the　cove。
  Leaning　on　a　gate　stood　Zachary；　an　hour　before　his　time；　dressed　in
  the　same　old　blue　clothes　and　leather…peaked　cap　as　on　the　day　when　I
  saw　him　first。　　He　knew　nothing　of　what　had　happened。　　But　at　a
  quarter　of　the　truth；　I'm　sure　he　divined　the　whole；　though　he　would
  not　admit　it　to　himself。　　He　kept　saying；　〃It　can't　be。　　She'll　be
  well　in　a　few　daysa　sprain！　D'　you　think　the　sea…voyage。。。。　　Is　she
  strong　enough　to　be　moved　now　at　once？〃
  It　was　painful　to　see　his　face；　so　twisted　by　the　struggle　between
  his　instinct　and　his　vitality。　　The　sweat　poured　down　his　forehead。
  He　turned　round　as　we　walked　up　the　path；　and　pointed　out　to　sea。
  There　was　his　steamer。　　〃I　could　get　her　on　board　in　no　time。
  Impossible！　　What　is　it；　then？　　Spine？　　Good　God！　　The　doctors。。。。
  Sometimes　they'll　do　wonders！〃　　It　was　pitiful　to　see　his　efforts　to
  blind　himself　to　the　reality。
  〃It　can't　be；　she's　too　young。　　We're　walking　very　slow。〃　　I　told　him
  she　was　dying。
  For　a　second　I　thought　he　was　going　to　run　away。　　Then　he　jerked　up
  his　head；　and　rushed　on　towards　the　house。　　At　the　foot　of　the
  staircase　he　gripped　me　by　the　shoulder。
  〃It's　not　true！〃　he　said；　〃she'll　get　better　now　I'm　here。　　I'll
  stay。　　Let　everything　go。　　I'll　stay。〃
  〃Now's　the　time；〃　I　said；　〃to　show　you　loved　her。　　Pull　yourself
  together；　man！〃　　He　shook　all　over。
  〃Yes！〃　was　all　he　answered。　　We　went　into　her　room。　　It　seemed
  impossible　she　was　going　to　die；　the　colour　was　bright　in　her　cheeks；
  her　lips　trembling　and　pouted　as　if　she　had　just　been　kissed；　her
  eyes　gleaming；　her　hair　so　dark　and　crisp；　her　face　so　young。。。。
  Half　an　hour　later　I　stole　to　the　open　door　of　her　room。　　She　was
  still　and　white　as　the　sheets　of　her　bed。　　John　Ford　stood　at　the
  foot；　and；　bowed　to　the　level　of　the　pillows；　his　head　on　his
  clenched　fists；　sat　Zachary。　　It　was　utterly　quiet。　　The　guttering　of
  the　leaves　had　ceased。　　When　things　have　come　to　a　crisis；　how　little
  one　feelsno　fear；　no　pity；　no　sorrow；　rather　the　sense；　as　when　a
  play　is　over；　of　anxiety　to　get　away！
  Suddenly　Zachary　rose；　brushed　past　me　without　seeing；　and　ran
  downstairs。
  Some　hours　later　I　went　out　on　the　path　leading　to　the　cove。　　It　was
  pitch…black；　the　riding　light　of　the　Pied　Witch　was　still　there；
  looking　no　bigger　than　a　firefly。　　Then　from　in　front　I　heard
  sobbinga　man's　sobs；　no　sound　is　quite　so　dreadful。　　Zachary　Pearse
  got　up　out　of　the　bank　not　ten　paces　off。
  I　had　no　heart　to　go　after　him；　and　sat　down　in　the　hedge。　　There　was
  something　subtly　akin　to　her　in　the　fresh　darkness　of　the　young
  night；　the　soft　bank；　the　scent　of　honeysuckle；　the　touch　of　the
  ferns　and　brambles。　　Death　comes　to　all　of　us；　and　when　it's　over
  it's　over；　but　this　blind　businessof　those　left　behind
  A　little　later　the　ship　whistled　twice；　her　starboard　light　gleamed
  faintlyand　that　was　all。。。。
  VIII
  〃TORQUAY；　30th　October　。
  。。。。Do　you　remember　the　letters　I　wrote　you　from　Moor　Farm　nearly
  three　years　ago？　　To…day　I　rode　over　there。　　I　stopped　at　Brixham　on
  the　way　for　lunch；　and　walked　down　to　the　quay。　　There　had　been　a
  showerbut　the　sun　was　out　again；　shining　on　the　sea；　the　brown…red
  sails；　and　the　rampart　of　slate　roofs。
  A　trawler　was　lying　there；　which　had　evidently　been　in　a　collision。
  The　spiky…bearded；　thin…lipped　fellow　in　torn　blue　jersey　and　sea…
  boots　who　was　superintending　the　repairs；　said　to　me　a　little
  proudly：
  〃Bane　in　collision；　zurr；　like　to　zee　over　her？〃　　Then　suddenly
  screwing　up　his　little　blue　eyes；　he　added：
  〃Why；　I　remembers　yu。　　Steered　yu　along　o'　the　young　lady　in　this　yer
  very　craft。〃
  It　was　Prawle；　Zachary　Pearse's　henchman。
  〃Yes；〃　he　went　on；　〃that's　the　cutter。〃
  〃And　Captain　Pearse？〃
  He　leant　his　back　against　the　quay；　and　spat。　　〃He　was　a　pra…aper
  man；　I　never　zane　none　like　'en。〃
  〃Did　you　do　any　good　out　there？〃
  Prawle　gave　me　a　sharp　glance。
  〃Gude？　　No；　t'was　arrm　we　done；　vrom　ztart　to　finishhad　trouble　all
  the　time。　　What　a　man　cude　du；　the　skipper　did。　　When　yu　caan't　du
  right；　zome　calls　it　'Providence'！　　'Tis　all　my　eye　an'　Betty　Martin！
  What　I　zay　es；　'tis　these　times；　there's　such　a　dale　o'　folk；　a　dale
  of　puzzivantin'　fellers；　the　world's　to　small。〃
  With　these　words　there　flashed　across　me　a　vision　of　Drake　crushed
  into　our　modern　life　by　the　shrinkage　of　the　world；　Drake　caught　in
  the　meshes　of　red　tape；　electric　wires；　and　all　the　lofty　appliances
  of　our　civilization。　　Does　a　type　survive　its　age；　live　on　into　times
  that　have　no　room　for　it？　　The　blood　is　thereand　sometimes　there's
  a　throw…back。。。。　　All　fancy！　　Eh？
  〃So；〃　I　said；　〃you　failed？〃
  Prawle　wriggled。
  〃I　wudden'　goo　for　to　zay　that；　zurr'tis　an　ugly　word。　　Da…am！〃　he
  added；　staring　at　his　boots；　〃'twas　thru　me　tu。　　We　were　along　among
  the　haythen；　and　I　mus'　nades　goo　for　to　break　me　leg。　　The　capt'n　he
  wudden'　lave　me。　　'One　Devon　man；'　he　says　to　me；　'don'　lave
  anotherr。'　　We　werr　six　days　where　we　shuld　ha'　been　tu；　when　we　got
  back　to　the　ship　a　cruiser　had　got　her　for　gun…runnin'。〃
  〃And　what　has　become　of　Captain　Pearse？〃
  Prawle　answered；　〃Zurr；　I　belave　'e　went　to　China；　'tis　onsartin。〃
  〃He's　not　dead？〃
  Prawle　looked　at　me　with　a　kind　of　uneasy　anger。
  〃Yu　cudden'　kell　'en！　　'Tis　true；　mun　'll　die　zome　day。　　But　therr's
  not　a　one　that'll　show　better　zport　than　Capt'n　Zach'ry　Pearse。〃
  I　believe　that；　he　will　be　hard　to　kill。　　The　vision　of　him　comes　up；
  with　his　perfect　balance；　defiant　eyes；　and　sweetish　smile；　the　way
  the　hair　of　his　beard　crisped　a　little；　and　got　blacker　on　the
  cheeks；　the　sort　of　desperate　feeling　he　gave；　that　one　would　never
  get　the　better　of　him；　that　he　would　never　get　the　better　of　himself。
  I　took　leave　of　Prawle　and　half　a　crown。　　Before　I　was　off　the　quay　I
  heard　him　saying　to　a　lady；　〃Bane　in　collision；　marm！　　Like　to　zee
  over　her？〃
  After　lunch　I　rode　on　to　Moor。　　The　old　place　looked　much　the　same；
  but　the　apple…trees　were　stripped　of　fruit；　and　their　leaves
  beginning　to　go　yellow　and　fall。　　One　of　Pasiance's　cats　passed　me　in
  the　orchard　hunting　a　bird；　still　with　a　ribbon　round　its　neck。　　John
  Ford　showed　me　all　his　latest　improvements；　but　never　by　word　or　sign
  alluded　to　the　past。　　He　inquired　after　Dan；　back　in　New　Zealand　now；
  without　much　interest；　his　stubbly　beard　and　hair　have　whitened；　he
  has　grown　very　stout；　and　I　noticed　that　his　legs　are　not　well　under
  control；　he　often　stops　to　lean　on　his　stick。　　He　was　very　ill　last
  winter；　and　sometimes；　they　say；　will　go　straight　off　to　sleep　in　the
  middle　of　a　sentence。
  I　managed　to　get　a　few　minutes　with　the　Hopgoods。　　We　talked　of
  Pasiance　sitting　in　the　kitchen　under　a　row　of　plates；　with　that
  clinging　smell　of　wood…smoke；　bacon；　and　age　bringing　up　memories；　as
  nothing　but　scents　can。　　The　dear　old　lady's　hair；　drawn　so　nicely
  down　her　forehead　on　each　side　from　the　centre　of　her　cap；　has　a　few
  thin　silver　lines；　and　her　face　is　a　thought　more　wrinkled。　　The
  tears　still　come　into　her　eyes　when　she　talks　of　her　〃lamb。〃
  Of　Zachary　I　heard　nothing；　but　she　told　me　of　old　Pearse's　death。
  〃Therr　they　found　'en；　zo　to　spake；　deadin　th'　sun；　but　Ha…apgood
  can　tell　yu；〃　and　Hop