“The river sounds as if it were swollen to-night.”
“We all think, Miss, that we are coming near the sea.”
“Do you believe now, we shall escape?”
“I do now, Miss, really believe it.” I had always said I did; but, I had in my own mind been doubtful.
“How glad you will be, my good Davis, to see England again!”
I have another confession to make that will appear singular. When she said these words, something rose in my throat; and the stars I looked away at, seemed to break into sparkles that fell down my face and burnt it.
“England is not much to me, Miss, except as a name.”
“O, so true an Englishman should not say that!—Are you not well to-night, Davis?” Very kindly, and with a quick change.
“Quite well, Miss.”
“Are you sure? Your voice sounds altered in my hearing.”