About his neck was twisted a ragged woollen comforter, and he wore a smock-frock which was now soaked with water and clung to his thin figure.
He devoured the food his wife had brought him, shivering from time to time as though he were still cold.
Mrs.Goddard watched him in silence.

She had done mechanically according to her first instinct, had led him in and had given him food.

But she had not recovered herself sufficiently from her first horror and astonishment to realise her situation.

At last she spoke.
"How did you escape ?" she asked.

He bent lower than before, over his plate and would not look at her.
"Don't ask me," he answered shortly.
"Why did you do it ?" she inquired again.