For the rest, it was hopeless to seek information from the Greek sailor without an interpreter; nor were there any clothes or identifying marks on the child's body.

The stranger had been clothed and fed at the Vicarage, and would give his evidence that afternoon.

Hitherto, the name of the vessel was unknown.
At this point my mother's eyes again sought mine, and I feared fresh inquiries about the _Mary Jane_; but, luckily, Uncle Loveday had recurred to the question of the Tower of Babel, on which he delivered several profound reflections.

Seeing me still disinclined to explain, she merely sighed, and was silent.
But when Uncle Loveday had broken his fast and, rising, announced that he must drive down to be present at the inquest, to our amazement, mother insisted upon going with him.

Having no suspicion of her deadly fear, he laughed a little at first, and quoted Solomon on the infirmities of women to an extent that made me wonder what Aunt Loveday would have said had he dared broach such a subject to that strong-minded woman.