"And we will go back to where we left off that evening at Port Blair," suddenly leaning his arms on the gate, and looking at her earnestly.
To this she shook her head in silence.
"There is some one else?" he said, in a low voice.
"No, there is no one else," she answered, without looking up.
"Then you are really implacable; and, indeed, I cannot wonder."
"I am not implacable," and she laughed a little nervous laugh; "but I am a governess!"
"And what in the world has that to do with it?"
"Everything. I am not a suitable wife for a great landed proprietor like you. You took us all in at Port Blair; but now I know who you really are, it would never do. I am a lady, certainly—your wife can be no more than that—but I have no money, no connections."
"I don't understand you," he said, rather stiffly.
"Ask your friends, ask your father, your uncle, they will explain it all very forcibly."