Clara stopped at the doorway, looking backward and forward distrustfully between the husband and wife.

Entering the boat-house, and approaching Crayford, she took his arm, and led him away a few steps from the place in which Mrs.Crayford was standing.
"There is no storm now, and there are no duties to be done on board the ship," she said, with the faint, sad smile which it wrung Crayford's heart to see.

"You are Lucy's husband, and you have an interest in me for Lucy's sake.

Don't shrink on that account from giving me pain: I can bear pain.

Friend and brother! will you believe that I have courage enough to hear the worst?
Will you promise not to deceive me about Frank ?" The gentle resignation in her voice, the sad pleading in her look, shook Crayford's self-possession at the outset.