Saying this she left the room. Jack's eyes kept continually turned towards the door, and in another minute it opened, and a fair girl entered the room. She was taller, however, and of larger proportions than the little Elizabeth he had so often thought of. She carried a Bible in her hand, and taking a seat at a short distance from him, scarcely giving him more than a slight glance, opened the Book. "You will undoubtedly draw comfort, as we have done, sir, from God's blessed Word. I will therefore read to you from the Psalms of David, who was a man tried and afflicted." She commenced reading in a low, gentle voice. Jack could with difficulty refrain from making himself known, for he at once recognised that sweet voice which he had known so well. She read on for some short time, and then turned to passages in other parts of the Book which she thought calculated to bring comfort to one in sickness and distress. Jack at length could restrain himself no longer. "Elizabeth," he exclaimed, "Elizabeth de Mertens! do you not know me?" She flew to his side, and trembling took his hand which he stretched out towards her. "Who are you?" she exclaimed. "Yes, yes, I know you, I know your voice! Jack Deane you are--yes, you must be! But oh, how did you come here? How do you know me, and that name by which you call me? I remember it well. It was my own name, though I had well-nigh forgotten it. Have you come to take me away from this dreadful place? and oh, from that dreadful man too?" "Yes, indeed I am Jack Deane--and often have I thought of you, Elizabeth!" he answered; "and it was in consequence of the ring you gave me that I discovered your name. But sit down, and I will tell you by degrees what has occurred. If I was to give the history all at once, I have so many things to say that I should bewilder you. But I also want to learn about you--how you came here, and your adventures; for it seems strange that you have been brought out to this lonely island, to live among pirates and outlaws!" "I am afraid you give them but their true name," answered Elizabeth; "but let me hear about yourself, and those from whom you learnt my name." Jack could not speak without difficulty, but he managed, however, to give Elizabeth a brief account of himself, entering more particularly into the way in which he had discovered her parents. They were interrupted by the return of Dame Pearson and her black attendant. "Hush!" said Elizabeth; "say nothing now: I will tell my mother when the girl is not present. I fear she is not to be trusted." The discovery Jack had made, instead of increasing his fever, had a beneficial effect, so it seemed, as it restored his spirits in a way that nothing else would have done. All his thoughts were now occupied in devising a scheme for carrying off Elizabeth from the island.