England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Love stories; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
She lifted her face from the floor, and looked at me as if she doubted
whether she had heard aright.
"Put on your hat and cloak," I resumed. "I must ask you to go back with
me as far as the boat."
She rose slowly. Her eyes rested on my face with a dull, bewildered
look.
"Why am I to go with you to the boat?" she asked.
The child heard her. The child ran up to us with her little hat in one
hand, and the key of the cabin in the other.
"I'm ready," she said. "I will open the cabin door."
Her mother signed to her to go back to the bed-chamber. She went back
as far as the door which led into the courtyard, and waited there,
listening. I turned to Mrs. Van Brandt with immovable composure, and
answered the question which she had addressed to me.
"You are left," I said, "without the means of getting away from this
place. In two hours more the tide will be in my favor, and I shall sail
at once on the return voyage. We part, this time, never to meet again.
Before I go I am resolved to leave you properly provided for. My money
is in my traveling-bag in the cabin. For that reason, I am obliged to
ask you to go with me as far as the boat."
"I thank you gratefully for your kindness," she said. "I don't stand in
such serious need of help as you suppose."
"It is useless to attempt to deceive me," I proceeded. "I have spoken
with the head partner of the house of Van Brandt at Amsterdam, and I
know exactly what your position is. Your pride must bend low enough to
take from my hands the means of subsistence for yourself and your child.
If I had died in England--"
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