“What of her?” repeated Gatliffe; “why do you inquire?”
“Don’t be jealous—she is nothing to me.”
“I’m not likely to be jealous.”
“You are engaged to her?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I thought so. Well, I wish you every happiness—that’s all I have to say; but a short time since she drove me to desperation—I did not much care whether I lived or died; now that is past—I’m getting over it.”
Gatliffe looked surprised. There was an earnestness in his companion’s manner which went far towards giving assurance of the speaker’s sincerity.”
“You’ll not forget all I have said, neither will you forget your promise—and so farewell,” said Gatliffe, with a nod, as he took a somewhat abrupt departure.
“Farewell,” repeated Peace. “My ways are not your ways,” he added, when the engineer was out of earshot.
“Hang it all! what can be the reason of Bessie’s silence? Two letters unanswered—something must be up. Has she turned against me?”