1 "Good-night, Humphrey," she said.
2 I was no longer Humphrey Van Weyden.
3 "Don't be a glutton, Humphrey," Maud chided me.
4 "You must go aboard, Humphrey, and find out," she said.
5 I was only Humphrey Van Weyden, a bookish fellow who loved.
6 "And you are Humphrey Van Weyden," she said, gazing back at me with equal solemnity and awe.
7 "Something must be done, Humphrey," Maud said, next morning, when I had told her of the night's occurrence.
8 It was unparalleled, undreamed-of, that I, Humphrey Van Weyden, a scholar and a dilettante, if you please, in things artistic and literary, should be lying here on a Bering Sea seal-hunting schooner.
9 I had not been called "Sissy" Van Weyden all my days without reason, and that "Sissy" Van Weyden should be capable of doing this thing was a revelation to Humphrey Van Weyden, who knew not whether to be exultant or ashamed.
10 It is no pleasant picture I can conjure up of myself, Humphrey Van Weyden, in that noisome ship's galley, crouched in a corner over my task, my face raised to the face of the creature about to strike me, my lips lifted and snarling like a dog's, my eyes gleaming with fear and helplessness and the courage that comes of fear and helplessness.