truth. Now all his characteristics appeared changed by
the encounter; it was Harry who was ready, thoughtful, attentive,--while
Philip, who usually had all these traits, was paralyzed among his
dreams. Could he have fancied such a scene beforehand, he would have
vowed that no hand but his should touch the breathless form of Emilia.
As it was, he instinctively made way for the quick gathering of the
others, as if almost any one else had a better right to be there.

The storm had blown itself out by sunrise; the wind had shifted, beating
down the waves; it seemed as if everything in nature were exhausted.
The very tide had ebbed away. The light-ship rested between the rocks,
helpless, still at the mercy of the returning waves, and yet still
upright and with that stately look of unconscious pleading which all
shipwrecked vessels wear, it is wonderfully like the look I have seen
in the face of some dead soldier, on whom war had done its worst. Every
line of a ship is so built for motion, every part, while afloat, seems
so full of life and so answering to the human life it bears, that this
paralysis of shipwreck touches the imagination as if the motionless
thing had once been animated by a soul.

And not far from the vessel, in a chamber of the seaside farm-house,
lay the tenderer and fairer wreck of Emilia. Her storms and her passions
were ended. The censure of the world, the anguish of friends, the
clinging arms of love, were nothing now to her. Again the soft shelter
of unconsciousness had clasped her in; but this time the trance was
longer and the faintness was unto death.

From the moment of her drifting ashore, it was the young boatman who
had assumed the right to care for her and to direct everything. Philip
seemed stunned; Harry was his usual clear-headed and efficient self; but
to his honest eyes much revealed itself in a little while; and when Hope
arrived in the early morning, he said to her, "This boatman, who once
saved your life, is Emilia's Swiss lover, Antoine Marval."

"More than lover," said the young Swiss, overhearing. "She was my wife
before God, when you took her from me. In my country, a betrothal is
as sacred as a marriage. Then came that man, he filled her heart with
illusions, and took her away in my absence. When my brother was here
in the corvette, he found her for me. Then I came for her; I saved her
sister; then I saw the name on the card and would not give my own. I
became her servant. She s