He reached over and impulsively touched her hand.
"Poor little girl! You came up out of the sea and saved my life."
"I don't know what I should have done if you had eaten very much," she explained, half tearfully. "I could only gather the poor cocoanuts off the ground; but when you are strong you can climb the trees and get fresh ones. The bananas were hard to get, and there was strange fruit I was afraid to try, for fear it might poison you. See, we shall have eggs for breakfast. They are quite good."
She poked one out from among the ashes where they were roasting.
"Did you lose any other relatives besides your father on the boat?" he asked suddenly.
She shook her head sadly. "No."
"Then you were not married?"
"No; only betrothed."
His brow darkened. "Was he, to whom you were betrothed, drowned?"
"I think so." But the look of pain which flitted across her face when he spoke of her father did not return. "It was this way: when we embarked in one of the ships of Hagoth to seek new homes in a foreign land, my father, being old, made me promise to marry Isar, when we reached the new country. I agreed, for Isar was a good man and would take care of me, though I did not love him, or even know him very well."