Book Two—Chapter Four.
“Dear, Unselfish, but Somewhat Silly Fellow.”
“I never had a secret from James Malone; no, not so much as one. Had I known what was the matter with me on the evening before, I should have told James manfully and in a moment.
“But when he came to my rooms in the morning, to share my humble breakfast, and consult about the duties of the day, we being just then fitting out for sea,—
“‘James,’ I began—
“And then—well, then I told him all the story, even down to my strange dreams and the sweet young face that had haunted them.
“‘Why, James,’ I concluded, ‘I have only to close my eyes now to see her once again, and I can neither read nor write without thinking of her.’
“James sat silently beholding me for fully a minute. His face was clouded, and pity and anxiety were in every lineament of his manly features.