“It is Miss Swaffer who has all the credit of the munificence:  but in a very few days it came out that Mr. Swaffer had presented Yanko with a cottage (the cottage you’ve seen this morning) and something like an acre of ground—­had made it over to him in absolute property.  Willcox expedited the deed, and I remember him telling me he had a great pleasure in making it ready.  It recited:  ’In consideration of saving the life of my beloved grandchild, Bertha Willcox.’

“Of course, after that no power on earth could prevent them from getting married.

“Her infatuation endured.  People saw her going out to meet him in the evening.  She stared with unblinking, fascinated eyes up the road where he was expected to appear, walking freely, with a swing from the hip, and humming one of the love-tunes of his country.  When the boy was born, he got elevated at the ‘Coach and Horses,’ essayed again a song and a dance, and was again ejected.  People expressed their commiseration for a woman married to that Jack-in-the-box.  He didn’t care.  There was a man now (he told me boastfully) to whom he could sing and talk in the language of his country, and show how to dance by-and-by.

“But I don’t know.  To me he appeared to have grown less springy of step, heavier in body, less keen of eye.  Imagination, no doubt; but it seems to me now as if the net of fate had been drawn closer round him already.

“One day I met him on the footpath over the Talfourd Hill.  He told me that ‘women were funny.’  I had heard already of domestic differences.  People were saying that Amy Foster was beginning to find out what sort of man she had married.  He looked upon the sea with indifferent, unseeing eyes.  His wife had snatched the child out of his arms one day as he sat on the doorstep crooning to it a song such as the mothers sing to babies in his mountains.  She seemed to think he was doing it some harm.  Women are funny.  And she had objected to him praying aloud in the evening.  Why?  He expected the boy to repeat the prayer aloud after him by-and-by, as he used to do after his old father when he was a child—­in his own country.  And I discovered he longed for their boy to grow up so that he could have a man to talk with in that language that to our ears sounded so disturbing, so passionate, and so bizarre.  Why his wife should dislike the idea he couldn’t tell.  But that would pass, he said.  And tilting his head knowingly, he tapped his breastbone to indicate that she had a good heart:  not hard, not fierce, open to compassion, charitable to the poor!

“I walked away thoughtfully; I wondered whether his difference, his strangeness, were not penetrating with repulsion that dull nature they had begun by irresistibly attracting.  I wondered. . . .”

The Doctor came to the window and looked out at the frigid splendour of the sea, immense in the haze, as if enclosing all the earth with all the hearts lost among the passions of love and fear.