it, and the important date? You put thoughts into my head that
cover me with shame. I should not be fit to live if I were what you
take me to be. If I thought there was another human being in the
world who could imagine or suspect what you apparently desire, I
would resolve this moment never to see Mr. Trelyon again; and much
harm that would do either him or me! But I am too proud to think
that any one could imagine such a thing. Nor did I expect that to
come from my own sister, who ought to know what my true relations
are with regard to Mr. Trelyon. I like him very much, as I told him
to his face two days before we left Eglosilyan; _and that will
show you what our relations are_. I think he is a very frank,
generous and good young man, and a clever and cheerful companion;
and my mother has to-day to thank him for about the pleasantest
little trip she has ever enjoyed. But as for your wishing me to
preserve a flower that he sent, or that you think he sent to me,
why, I feel my face burning at the thought of what you suggest. And
what can I say to him now, supposing he has seen it? Can I tell him
that my own sister thought such things of me? Perhaps, after all,
the simplest way to set matters right will be for me to break off
the acquaintance altogether; and that will show him whether I was
likely to have treasured up a scrap of London pride in my
Prayer-book.

"I am your loving sister,

"WENNA ROSEWARNE."

Meanwhile, Harry Trelyon was walking up and down the almost empty
thoroughfare by the side of the sea, the stars overhead shining clearly
in the dark night, the dimly-seen waves falling monotonously on the