“The Golden Hind? What brings her home so soon?”
“Yet welcome ever, sir,” said Mrs. Hawkins. “This is a great surprise, though. Captain John did not look for you till next year.”
Amyas was silent.
“Something is wrong!” cried Adrian. “Speak!”
Amyas tried, but could not.
“Will you drive a man mad, sir? Has the adventure failed? You said my brother was well.”
“He is well.”
“Then what—Why do you look at me in that fashion, sir?” and springing up, Adrian rushed forward, and held the candle to Amyas's face.
Amyas's lip quivered, as he laid his hand on Adrian's shoulder.
“Your great and glorious brother, sir, is better bestowed than in settling Newfoundland.”