Presently Bonnet put down his papers and heaved a heavy sigh, which sigh seemed to harmonize very well with his general appearance.

He carried no longer upon him the countenance of the bold officer who, in uniform and flowing feather, trod the quarter-deck of the Revenge, but bore the expression of a man who knew adversity, yet was not able to humble himself under it.

He was bent and borne down, although not yet broken.

Had he been broken he could better have accommodated himself to his present case.

His clothes were those of the common class of civilian, and there was that about him which indicated that he cared no more for neatness or good looks.
"Ben Greenway," he said, "this is too much! Now have I reached the depth in my sorrow at which all my strength leaves me.