Itwasgoneindeed。Williamhadspentitallout。Helovedhernomore，hethought，ashehadlovedher。
Henevercouldagain。Thatsortofregard，whichhehadprofferedtoherforsomanyfaithfulyears，can’tbeflungdownandshatteredandmendedsoastoshownoscars。
Thelittleheedlesstyranthadsodestroyedit。No，Williamthoughtagainandagain，“ItwasmyselfIdeludedandpersistedincajoling；hadshebeenworthyoftheloveIgaveher，shewouldhavereturneditlongago。Itwasafondmistake。Isn’tthewholecourseoflifemadeupofsuch？AndsupposeIhadwonher，shouldInothavebeendisenchantedthedayaftermyvictory？Whypine，orbeashamedofmydefeat？”Themorehethoughtofthislongpassageofhislife，themoreclearlyhesawhisdeception。”I’llgointoharnessagain。”hesaid，“anddomydutyinthatstateoflifeinwhichithaspleasedHeaventoplaceme。Iwillseethatthebuttonsoftherecruitsareproperlybrightandthatthesergeantsmakenomistakesintheiraccounts。IwilldineatmessandlistentotheScotchsurgeontellinghisstories。WhenI
amoldandbroken，Iwillgoonhalf-pay，andmyoldsistersshallscoldme。Ihavegeliebtundgelebet，asthegirlin’Wallenstein’says。Iamdone。Paythebillsandgetmeacigar：findoutwhatthereisattheplayto-night，Francis；to-morrowwecrossbytheBatavier。”Hemadetheabovespeech，whereofFrancisonlyheardthelasttwolines，pacingupanddowntheBoompjesatRotterdam。
TheBatavierwaslyinginthebasin。Hecouldseetheplaceonthequarter-deckwhereheandEmmyhadsatonthehappyvoyageout。WhathadthatlittleMrs。