"But he did--he did. And my father is angered because of this self-sacrifice. If Constantine would only return to the rank of life in which he was born, my father would permit me to marry him, and then the pardon would speedily be procured. But I plead in vain," she murmured, with hanging head "he will not listen."
"He may, when he returns," volunteered Lady Jim, kindly.
"But when will that be? If he goes to Jamaica----"
Leah turned suddenly white. "Why to Jamaica?" she asked sharply.
"He wrote that the Duke of Pentland had asked him to go there, to see after your husband. And you say that----"
"Yes, yes; but this patient Garth, who----"
Katinka looked surprised. "But have you not heard?"
"Heard? I have heard nothing. I do not correspond with M. Demetrius, my dear. It is now April, and he has been at Funchal since January, trying to heal that poor man. Has he----?"
"No," said Mademoiselle Aksakoff, quickly. "The man is dead."
"Garth dead?" Lady Jim sat down, with a gasp.