He gazed at her in surprise. There was a firmness in her, voice, a new note he had not heard before.
"Is it your intention," he asked, "to come back to England?"
"I shall never set foot in England again," she said.
"Neither from that determination can anything turn me."
"It is a wise resolve. I promise to keep your secret." She turned from him, saying in a low tone, "I shall be grateful if you never speak of me."
"I promise not to do so. And you on your part should never mention my name or my dear brother's."
"I will never do so. He is dead to me. You will be, when you pass out of this room."
"I should tell you," he said, lingering still a moment, "that I have entered your name in the hotel book as Emilia Braham."
"I should have done so myself. It is the name I shall bear for the future."
"Being your right one. Well, good-by."