She was coming to him. Her eyes were friendly and pitiful as they sought his. She, at least, did not turn from him!
"How pale, how terribly pale you look!" she said. "You must nerve yourself to see her—it cannot be long now!"
"Has she been brought on board yet?" he gasped. "Is—is there any hope?"
"We shall know very soon. It is possible you may find that all is at an end."
"Ah! you think so? But—but no one will say it was my fault, will they? I—I was ready to make any sacrifice—only somehow, when the moment comes, I am apt to lose my presence of mind."
"Yes, I know," she said feelingly; "you are not quite yourself yet, but I know you would make the sacrifice if your duty demanded it. But she may have taken advantage of your absence to free herself and you from all obligation, may she not?"
This suggestion comforted Peter.
"She must have done!" he said. "Yes, of course. I could not be expected to prevent it, if I wasn't there; and I wasn't, when it came to the point. But, Miss Tyrrell, do you think
