The Survivors of the Chancellor
A Father's Love
JANUARY 5 and 6. -- The whole scene made a deep impres- sion on our minds, and
Owen's speech coming as a sort of climax, brought before us our misery with a force that
was well-nigh overwhelming.
As soon as I recovered my composure, I did not forget to thank Andre Letourneur for the
act of intervention that had saved my life.
"Do you thank me for that, Mr. Kazallon?" he said; "it has only served to prolong your
"Never mind, M. Letourneur," said Miss Herbey; "you did your duty."
Enfeebled and emaciated as the young girl is, her sense of duty never deserts her; and
although her torn and be- draggled garments float dejectedly about her body, she never
utters a word of complaint, and never loses courage.
"Mr. Kazallon," she said to me, "do you think we are fated to die of hunger?"
"Yes, Miss Herbey, I do," I replied, in a hard, cold tone.
"How long do you suppose we have to live?" she asked again.
"I cannot say; perhaps we shall linger on longer than we imagine."
"The strongest constitutions suffer the most, do they not?" she said.
"Yes; but they have one consolation -- they die the soon- est," I replied, coldly.
Had every spark of humanity died out of my breast, that I thus brought the girl face to
face with the terrible truth, without a word of hope or comfort? The eyes of Andre and his
father, dilated with hunger, were fixed upon me, and I saw reproach and astonishment
written in their faces.
Afterward, when we were quite alone, Miss Herbey asked me if I would grant her a
"Certainly, Miss Herbey; anything you like to ask," I replied; and this time my manner
was kinder and more genial.
"Mr. Kazallon," she said, "I am weaker than you, and shall probably die first. Promise me
that, if I do, you will throw me into the sea!"
"Oh, Miss Herbey," I began, "it was very wrong of me to speak to you as I did!"