When she re-entered the dining-room, Wilmot came forward and met her, looking anxiously in her face.
"I have had a letter from Walter," she said, speaking calmly. "He sends me very unexpected news—very glad news—and that was what made me cry. He is coming home."
"Your brother in India? I thought it was to be some time. You must be glad!"
"He has been suddenly made a partner, and is to settle in England. It will make such a difference to us all; I can hardly believe it."
"And you were crying for joy? I would like to share the joy, and also the sorrow, Nellie. Will you let me? You cannot mistake what I mean?"
"You must not wish it," she answered, turning deadly pale; "I have wanted you to understand it for so long."
"But why? What do you tell me so for?"
"Because I must; if only you would spare my having to say any more."
"It would be of no use; I must hear what you have to say. But, Nellie, I can't get on without you."
How sweet the words sounded in her ears; but she resolutely shut out the thought, and answered—"They cannot do without me at home. Forgive me, Mr. Elliot; I would not cause you pain if I could possibly help it; but it can never be as you say."