A little while afterwards, when he appeared to be sinking into insensibility, she said, in a calm loving voice: “Eugene, my dear husband!” He immediately answered: “There again! You see how you can recall me!” And afterwards, when he could not speak, he still answered by a slight movement of his head upon her bosom.

The sun was high in the sky, when she gently disengaged herself to give him the stimulants and nourishment he required. The utter helplessness of the wreck of him that lay cast ashore there, now alarmed her, but he himself appeared a little more hopeful.

“Ah, my beloved Lizzie!” he said, faintly. “How shall I ever pay all I owe you, if I recover!”

“Don’t be ashamed of me,” she replied, “and you will have more than paid all.”

“It would require a life, Lizzie, to pay all; more than a life.”