’I am pointing out to you a duty. You have seen no priest since you were married; you must suffer me to be your director. Has not what I urge struck you before?’ ’No,’ answered Micelle, faintly. ’But see! I can do much that you say, and yet live in France. I will endow a mission at Boscastle and build there a church.’ ’You cannot set a missioner there without a soul to support him. He must have one or two Catholics near, or he can do nothing. Now you understand what I said. If you fly abroad you take trouble along with you, and you will not rest in your convent. It is the story of Jonah over again, and see—see this storm sent to arrest you, to send you back to Nineveh, from which you were flying.’ ’How cruel you are—how cruel! I have been so hoping, longing, sighing to escape.’ Cruel indeed he was, and mean beneath conception. He used the words and arguments which he knew would tell with her, not that he cared for the souls of the Boscastle people, or for the advance of the Catholic Church, but because he coveted her money and the estate of Welltown. ’That is not all,’ continued Captain Trecarrel, and his tone changed from that of exhortation to that of pleading. His voice melted, and sounded as though tears were welling up in it; it became soft and tremulous. ’You have no right to run away, dear Mirelle, for another reason. You know—you know’—his voice became broken; then, with a gulp, swallowing his agitation—’you know what I mean.’ Mirelle trembled. She did know what he meant. ’You have no right to sacrifice another as well as yourself. You know, Mirelle, how I have loved you—-’ ’Stay, stay!’ exclaimed Mirelle, piteously. ’Do not speak to me again like this. I must—I must go. If only to pray for my poor husband’s soul, I must go.’ ’Mirelle, tell me—do you believe that he wilfully destroyed himself?’ ’I do.’ ’For what reason? There were no money troubles?’ ’None whatever.’ ’Why, then, did he commit suicide?’ She was silent. She could not explain. He considered for a while, and then said, ’How is it that there had been such an estrangement between you from the beginning? I understand he left you the day after the marriage, and did not return till that day which ended in his death. This is very mysterious, and points to some great cause of trouble between you. Did he love you?’ ’Indeed he did. Too well.’ ’Did you love him?’ She did not answer, but her head sank on her bosom. ’Tell me, Mirelle—is it true that he wrote to you the night of his death? I heard a report to that effect.’ ’Yes, it is true.’ ’What did he say in that letter? She hesitated. ’He said that he bade me farewell for ever. He said that when I read the letter I should be free.’ ’Why did he write thus?’ She made no answer, but covered her face. ’Tell me, Mirelle—did he know of my—of our——’