Isn't that so, captain? --What are you reading now, captain? Dixon asked. My candle, under a bold flourish, went out, and I perceived, by the uncovered window, that the yielding dusk of earliest morning rendered it unnecessary. I quickly, by way of answer, felt for my letter, drew it forth, held it up, and then, freeing myself, went and laid it on the great hall table. I tried to unite my will with the will of God instant by instant.