But such conquests are apt to be of the briefest.

John Saltram felt that he must very soon break down.

The heavily throbbing heart, the aching limbs, the dizzy sight, and parched throat, told him how much this desperate chase had cost him.

If he had strength enough to clasp his wife's hand, to give her loving greeting and tell her that he was true, it would be about as much as he could hope to achieve; and then he felt that he would be glad to crawl into any corner of the vessel where he might find rest.
The stewardess came back to him presently, with rather a discomfited air.
"The lady says she is too ill to see any one, sir," she told John Saltram; "but under any circumstances she must decline to see you." "She said that--my wife told you that ?" "Your wife, sir! Good gracious me, is the lady in number 7 your wife?
She came on board with her father, and I understood they were only two in party." "Yes; she came with her father.

Her father's treachery has separated her from me; but a few words would explain everything, if I could only see her." He thought it best to tell the woman the truth, strange as it might seem to her.