"No; I met him in Liverpool. He came to me one day, and asked me to take him home. I replied that I had no accommodations, and would much rather not be troubled with passengers. However, he pleaded so hard for me to accommodate him, and looked so like something from the other world all the time, that I had not the heart to refuse the poor fellow. Before we had been three days out at sea he was taken ill, and has been raving and shrieking ever since, as you know."
"What do you suppose is the matter with him?"
"Well, I haven't much experience as nurse myself, but I think it's brain fever, or something of that kind; Sibyl, however, thinks that bitter remorse for something he has done is preying on his mind, and girls always know best in these cases."
"He is, if I may judge by his looks, of humble station," said Mr. Drummond, in an indifferent tone.
"Yes; there can be no doubt of that, though he appears to have plenty of money."
"Has he given his name?"
"Yes; Richard Grove."
"Hum! Well, it would be unpleasant to have him die on board, of course," said Drummond.
"Oh, I think he'll live to reach our destination; he does not appear to be sinking very fast."
"We must now be quite near this island home of yours, Captain Campbell; I grow impatient to see it."