“I think so, I pray so.�
“You are but one against so many.�
“I have one ally in the ship, you forget,� said I, smiling at her, relieved and thankful to see her in her right mind again and awake to the truth and to my real feeling toward her.
“And that is—�
“Yourself.�
“A feeble helper,� she rejoined, smiling in turn.
“We shall see.�
“And will you forgive me for having misjudged you?� she asked pleadingly.
“Gladly.�
“My hand on it then,� she said, holding out her little palm, which I swallowed up in my large one on the instant, standing silent as usual, holding it the while.