She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. "Is she married?" he asked, after a brief pause. "Oh! no—no—no," cried Winifred, "I cannot believe it. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Mr. John, I have something to say to you. . “You might have given me a chance, anyway. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. ” She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him. ’ ‘Quite right, Gerald,’ approved Lucilla. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut.