Hungerford worked with an almost fierce persistence.

Once he said: "By God, I will bring him back, Marmion, to face that woman down when she thinks she has got the world on the hip!" I cannot tell what delight we felt when, after a little time, I saw a quiver of the eyelids and a slight motion of the chest.

Presently a longer breath came, and the eyes opened; at first without recognition.
Then, in a few moments, I knew that he was safe--desperately against his will, but safe.
His first sentient words startled me.

He gasped, "Does she think I am drowned ?" "Yes." "Then she must continue to do so!" "Why ?" "Because"-- here he spoke faintly, as if sudden fear had produced additional weakness--"because I had rather die a thousand deaths than meet her now; because she hates me.

I must begin the world again.