Don't reckon on that, Heyst.

I have robbed you." Poor Morrison actually laid his head on the cabin table, and remained in that crushed attitude while Heyst talked to him soothingly with the utmost courtesy.

The Swede was as much distressed as Morrison; for he understood the other's feelings perfectly.

No decent feeling was ever scorned by Heyst.

But he was incapable of outward cordiality of manner, and he felt acutely his defect.