She is mine no more than she is yours.

She--she--" He paused, choking.

"She--" "Oh, what is it?
Speak, man," cried Talbot, in sudden fear which he could not explain.

Philip Wilton had drawn near and was listening eagerly.
"That ship there--the Radnor, you know--is lost, and all on board of her must have perished long since." "Yes, yes, it's awful; but what of that?
what of Katharine ?" "Don't you remember the note?
Colonel Wilton and she were on the Radnor." The strain of the last hour had undermined the nervous strength of the young soldier.

He looked at Seymour, half dazed.
"It can't be," he murmured.