At least I shall understand a great deal more life." Then, as the short day waned, we fell to discussing Wolf Larsen's blindness.

It was inexplicable.

And that it was grave, I instanced his statement that he intended to stay and die on Endeavour Island.

When he, strong man that he was, loving life as he did, accepted his death, it was plain that he was troubled by something more than mere blindness.

There had been his terrific headaches, and we were agreed that it was some sort of brain break-down, and that in his attacks he endured pain beyond our comprehension.
I noticed as we talked over his condition, that Maud's sympathy went out to him more and more; yet I could not but love her for it, so sweetly womanly was it.