"My poor dear Ted's ship ?" "The same, ma'am," he answered.

"I recollect the man very well now.

He was a tall, spare, intellectual-looking chap, more like a longshore man than a sailor.

He was delicate, too, suffering from a weak chest; and, Ted told me, now I come to think of it, that he volunteered for a second term of service on the African station in order to be in a warm climate.
It didn't do him much good, though, for he died on the commission." "How strange!" said Mrs Gilmour pensively.

"I don't remember poor Ted writing me anything about it, but I've no doubt the man was our Mrs Craddock's husband, and, if so, that will make me take an additional interest in her.