While they spoke, Erminie awoke, very much refreshed by her nap.
“How do you feel, dearest?” inquired Miss Conyers.
“Very well—full of returning life. But you—you look pale and sad, Britomarte. What troubles you?” anxiously inquired Erminie.
“The duty of leaving you immediately, my darling. No, do not say a word to hinder me, love. You know that nothing but the most absolute necessity could induce me to go now; and that I must go,” said Miss Conyers, seeing that her friend was about to expostulate.
“Well, well, I must submit, I suppose! but you will come back soon?” sighed Erminie.
“As soon as possible, love! And now God bless you, darling, and send you a full and speedy recovery!” said Miss Conyers, stooping and kissing her friend.
“And God keep you in all your ways, my best beloved,” breathed Erminie, returning the caress.
“Good-bye, Elfie!” said Britomarte, as she wrung Elfrida’s hand and left the room.
On her way to the library to seek Justin, she met him in the hall.
“Good-bye, Justin!” she exclaimed, holding out her hand.