"Certain sure, sir," answered Paul. "Our Mary, who was going to marry Jacob Tuttle, saw him just as the ship was sailing, and our Miss Mabel knows all about it. She knew he was with the captain. Poor dear young lady! it will break her heart, and Mary's, too, and Madam Everard's, too, and mine if it was not too tough. I wish that I had received marching orders with the colonel not to see this day; and yet it is a soldier's duty to stand fast at his post, and that's what the colonel told me to do, and that's what, please God, I will do, and look after these poor ladies, and little Mary, too, and widow Tuttle: they will all want help. Oh, sir! when a battle's fought or a ship goes down with all her crew it's those on shore feel it. I used not to think about that when I was fighting, but now I know how poor women feel, and children left at home." "Rightly spoken, my friend," said Roger Kyffin, grasping Paul's hand. "You feel for the fatherless and widow. It is a right feeling; it's a divine feeling; it's as our Father in heaven feels. Have all my hopes come to this?--thus early cut off, my boy, my Harry! Let me look at that paper again. I must try and see the people who are mentioned here. They may tell us how it happened. Might they, notwithstanding this account, by some means have escaped?" "I know what it is to be on board a foundering ship in the midst of the stormy ocean, darkness around, strong men crying out for fear of death, the boats swamped alongside. Words of command scarcely heard, or if heard not attended to, and then, when the ship goes down, down, too, go all things floating round her. No, sir, no, I cannot hope, and that's the fact of it." "Have you told the ladies?" asked Mr. Kyffin. "It will be a fearful thing breaking the matter to them." "I have not, sir, and I would as lief have my head blown off at the cannon's mouth," answered Paul; "but it must be done, and what we have to do is to consider the best way of breaking it to them. Never flinch from what must be done; that's what the colonel always said." Roger Kyffin at first thought of requesting Dr. Jessop to communicate the sad intelligence; but he was afraid lest in the meantime it might in a more abrupt manner reach the ears of Miss Everard and her aunt. He determined, therefore, to introduce himself, and in the presence of Paul to mention the account he had seen in the papers, expressing at the same time a hope which he himself could not help entertaining, that those in whom they were most interested might have escaped. While Roger Kyffin and Paul were still discussing the matter, a carriage rapidly approached the house. Three persons got out of it. One of them started with a look of astonishment when he saw Mr. Kyffin. It was Silas Sleech. He, however, quickly recovered his self-possession.