to me, took it, Miss Fairlie turned away suddenly and hurried from the room.
“Better so,” said Miss Halcombe, when the door had closed—“better so, for you and for her.”
I waited a moment before I could speak—it was hard to lose her, without a parting word or a parting look. I controlled myself—I tried to take leave of Miss Halcombe in fitting terms; but all the farewell words I would fain have spoken dwindled to one sentence.
“Have I deserved that you should write to me?” was all I could say.
“You
of some undiscoverable danger lying hid from us all in the darkness of the future was strong on me. The doubt whether I was not linked already to a chain of events which even my approaching departure from Cumberland would be powerless to snap asunder—the doubt whether we any of us saw the end as the