He felt very miserable and, strangely enough, more on his own account than on account of his wife.

She seemed to him much more offended than grieved.
"Three weeks later, having collected a good many cases of old dollars (they were stowed aft in the lazarette with an iron bar and a padlock securing the hatch under his cabin-table), yes, with a bigger lot than he had expected to collect, he found himself homeward bound and off the entrance of the creek where Bamtz lived and even, in a sense, flourished.
"It was so late in the day that Davidson actually hesitated whether he should not pass by this time.

He had no regard for Bamtz, who was a degraded but not a really unhappy man.

His pity for Laughing Anne was no more than her case deserved.

But his goodness was of a particularly delicate sort.