Frank is dreaming, and murmuring in his dream.

A woman's name passes his lips.

Frank is in England again--at the ball--whispering to Clara the confession of his love.
Over Richard Wardour's face there passes the shadow of a deadly thought.
He rises from the fire; he takes the wood back to the boat.

His iron strength is shaken, but it still holds out.

They are drifting nearer and nearer to the open sea.