“Olivia,” he continued, “I won’t speak more of myself. Your husband. I think he wants. He wants to see you. There may be danger. He wants to see you. He wants to say good-bye. I am going now,” he added. “Olivia, we’ve been in each other’s lives a long time. Could you. Could you let this.” He stumbled in his speech again. She did not help him. His throat was dry like a kiln; he seemed unable to speak. “I am going now,” he said again. “I’ll send your husband to you.” He bowed, and left the cabin. As he closed the door he thought that he could not remember his last sight of her. He could not remember her face as it had last looked upon him. In the alleyway he met Stukeley coming from Cammock’s state-room. “I was looking for you,” said Stukeley. “We’re waiting for you. It’s time we went.” “Your wife’s in the cabin,” he answered. “She’s waiting for you. To say good-bye.” As he spoke, the cabin door opened, and Olivia came out into the alley-way. “Tom,” she said, “where are you going with this man?” “Hello, Livy,” he answered. “I’m just going ashore, to interview the Spaniards.” “He says that there is danger.” “Danger? Rubbish. You ass, Maggy. Why can’t you keep your head shut?” “Oh. So perhaps he lied again.” “I’ll leave you,” Margaret said, turning away. “No. Do not go,” she answered. “I’ve something to say to you, Tom. I want you to hear it, Charles. Tom, there’s danger in going ashore here. Oh, I know it. I know it. Tom, dear, since we came here there’s been something between us always. Ever since. Tom, dear, you were afraid that I should be angry. Unforgiving. You might have trusted me, Tom. You were afraid I should hate you. I wasn’t very wise. It was so sudden. And I wasn’t myself, Tom. It’s not too late, dear. Don’t let it be too late, Tom.” She paused, looking to her husband for the answer she had put into his mouth. Stukeley found it hard to answer. “Oh, Tom, I want you back. I want you back.” “There, Livy,” Stukeley said. “There, Livy.” He took her in his arms and kissed her. “When I come back, dear,” he added. “I must go now. I’m going ashore.” “Don’t go, Tom. Oh, Tom, don’t go. There’s danger. You may be hurt. Charles, tell him.” “It’s all right, old girl. They all swore there’s not the slightest danger. We shall be back by four o’clock if the wind holds.” “There’s danger,” Margaret said. “Tom, you wouldn’t leave me at a moment like this.” “I must, Livy.” A thought seemed to strike him. “Look here, Livy. It must be our first step to--to our new life together. To a new life out here.” “Tom, my darling, are you sure there’s no danger?” “There is no danger. None. How many more times?” “Charles,” she said, “come here. I’ve been. Been. Not myself. I spoke cruelly. I want you to forgive me, Charles. Take my hand. And yours, Tom. This is going to be the beginning of a new life together. Will you let it be that, Charles? You will, Tom?” “Yes,” said Tom.