I didn't do so, because you seemed so frightened, poor darling! I hadn't it in my heart to add to your distress.

So I left you without a word.

But I fought the sea for days together simply to tell you what I couldn't die without telling you.
When they picked me up, it was your name that brought back my senses after days of delirium.

When I heard that you were dead, I longed to die myself.

And when I found you lived after all, the horror of your surroundings was nothing to be compared with the mere fact that you lived; that you were unhappy and in danger was my only grief, but it was nothing to the thought of your death; and that I had to wait twenty-four hours without coming to you drove me nearer to madness than ever I was on the hen-coop.