She stood staring at him for a moment or two, as though she could not realize the information which he gave her. Then gradually she retreated to the bed, and sat upon it. ‘Dead, Mr. Forrest!’ she said. He did not answer her, but handed her the letter, which she took and read as though it were mechanically. The letter was from Mr. Gorloch’s partner, and told her everything which it was necessary that she should know.

‘Shall I leave you now?’ he said, when he saw that she had finished reading it.

‘Leave me; yes,—no. But you had better leave me, and let me think about it. Alas me, that I should have so spoken of him!’

‘But you have said nothing unkind.’

‘Yes; much that was unkind. But spoken words cannot be recalled. Let me be alone now, but come to me soon. There is no one else here that I can speak to.’

He went out, and finding that the hotel dinner was ready, he went in and dined. Then he strolled into the town, among the hot, narrow, dilapidated streets; and then, after two hours’ absence, returned to Miss Viner’s room. When he knocked, she came and opened the door, and he found that the floor was strewed with clothes. ‘I am preparing, you see, for my return. The vessel starts back for St. Thomas the day after to-morrow.’

‘You are quite right to go,—to go at once. Oh, Miss Viner! Emily, now at least you must let me help you.’

He had been thinking of her most during those last two hours, and her voice had become pleasant to his ears, and her eyes very bright to his sight.

‘You shall help me,’ she said. ‘Are you not helping me when at such a time you come to speak to me?’

‘And you will let me think that I have a right to act as your protector?’

‘My protector! I do know that I want such aid as that. During the days that we are here together you shall be my friend.’

‘You shall not return alone. My journeys are nothing to me. Emily, I will return with you to England.’

Then she rose up from her seat and spoke to him.

‘Not for the world,’ she said. ‘Putting out of question the folly of your forgetting your own objects, do you think it possible that I should go with you, now that he is dead? To you I have spoken of him harshly; and now that it is my duty to mourn for him, could I do so heartily if you were with me? While he lived, it seemed to me that in those last days I had a right to speak my thoughts plainly. You and I were to part and meet no more, and I regarded us both as people apart, who for a while might drop the common usages of the world. It is so no longer. Instead of going with you farther, I must ask you to forget that we were ever together.’

‘Emily, I shall never forget you.’

‘Let your tongue forget me. I have given you no cause to speak good of me, and you will be too kind to speak evil.’

After that she explained to him all that the letter had contained. The arrangements for her journey had all been made; money also had been sent to her; and Mr. Gorloch in his will had provided for her, not liberally, seeing that he was rich, but still sufficiently.