Mr. Strafford examined her face, and perceived that she had really grown painfully nervous and excited.  He turned to Lucia.

“What do you think?” he asked.  “Ought I to say yes or no?”

“Say yes, please, and let me go too.”

“But, my dear friends, what good can you possibly do?  If the drift and mist clear away, you may be able to see a little way up the river, but your doing so will not bring the boat one bit faster.”

“That is true; but it may end our uncertainty a little sooner.”

“I doubt even that.  One cannot calculate on having more than an hour or two of clear daylight between the subsiding of the storm and sunset; and even if it were possible for you to stand watching all that time, I do not believe the boat would come while there was daylight enough to see it.”

“Who is the sick woman?  Did I ever know her?”

“No; she came to the island after you left.”

“Don’t you think she would let us sit for a while in her outer room?  It has a window looking right up the river, and she, I suppose, is in the inner one, so that we need not disturb her.”

“You seem to have decided,” Mr. Strafford said, smiling, “so I give up.  Yes, poor Martha has not been out of the inner room for weeks, and you can sit by the window you speak of as long as you please.  I am sure you will be welcome; only, remember I do not approve of your going at all.”

However, they remained obstinate.  As soon as dinner was over they wrapped themselves warmly, and started with Mr. Strafford for the house on the promontory.  Mrs. Costello felt her heart beat faster and faster as they followed the well-remembered paths, which, now that a veil of snow covered all the improvements made under Mr. Strafford’s teaching, seemed quite unchanged since she traversed them last.  She recalled the sensations of that night, the bitter cold, and clear starlight round her, and the tumult of fear, anger, and hope within.  To-day what a difference!  Then she was flying from her husband’s tyranny, now she was going to meet his corpse, and to receive it with tenderness and honour.  Her heart was too full for her to speak.  Her companions guessed it, and left her in peace.

Mr. Strafford had a thousand things to explain and describe to Lucia.  The island was his kingdom; its prosperity his own work; and it was one of his greatest pleasures to find a stranger who was interested in all he could tell him.  This young girl, too, whom he had known from her birth, whom he had seen so many times in his wife’s arms, who had been the baby-playfellow of his daughter, had a claim, stronger than she herself could understand, on the solitary and childless man.  He would have liked to keep her with him always, and see her devote her life, as he had devoted his, to the cause of her father’s people.  Her frank and yet modest manner, joined to what he knew of her conduct lately, pleased and satisfied him.  He took a certain speculative delight