THE TWO CLOCKS It was already beginning to grow dark.

She sat, and she sat; she waited, and she waited; and at last she wept, but very quietly.

Her father did not come; Ben Greenway was not there; and even that Charter boy had gone.

A man came aft to her; a mild-faced, elderly man, with further offers of refreshment and an invitation to go below out of the night air.

But she would have nothing; and as she sadly waited and gently wept, it began to grow truly dark.