"And you will take me away from here, Grant?"
"Yes, dear; whenever you like."
"I don't care about the place—the farther the better! I cannot stay in this house—I should die here. But not to Europe—oh, you won't take me to Europe?"
He only thought the sudden terror in her voice rose from a fear of the voyage or some similar weakness.
"You shall choose, Elsie; just where you please. We will go to the West Indies—as you say, the farther the better."
"Yes, Grant, yes."
"Now shut your eyes and go to sleep."
"You won't leave me," she pleaded.
"No; I shall stay near you all night."
"It is so dreadful," she went on, glancing wildly about the room; "I should go mad to wake up and find myself alone."