David do? The conditions were made for them; each must bide in his own world, and she had named the ocean which divided them, “Death.”

At night she did not weep, for weeping made her ill, and she must conserve her strength for her little son, so she lay staring out at the stars. Sometimes she found herself holding her breath and listening, — half lifting her head from her pillow, — but listening for what? Then she would lean over her baby’s cradle, and hear his soft breathing, trying to make herself think she was listening for that and not for David’s step. Then she would lie back and try again to sleep, and her heart would cry to God to give her peace, and let her rest. So the long nights passed, tearlessly and sleeplessly.

On the boat she had slept,