Mine was the middle watch that night.

You came on deck, and found me alone--" He stopped.

Crayford took his hand, and finished the sentence for him.
"Alone--and in tears." "The last I shall ever shed," Wardour added, bitterly.
"Don't say that! There are times when a man is to be pitied indeed, if he can shed no tears.

Go on, Richard." Wardour proceeded--still following the old recollections, still preserving his gentler tones.
"I should have quarreled with any other man who had surprised me at that moment," he said.

"There was something, I suppose, in your voice when you asked my pardon for disturbing me, that softened my heart.