"I shall only be away a week, Mildred," said Eustace, taking her hand; "you won't forget me in that time?"
"I am not likely to forget you at all," replied the girl, wearily.
"Mildred, you are not looking well."
"The weather is so trying," she said hesitatingly, "and Walter's death has damped my spirits."
"I wish you would not dwell on that, my dear. He was not worth it."
"Still, he was my brother when all is said and done. If he had only died a natural death, I would not mind so much. But it is terrible to think of his tragic end. Are you making any attempt to discover the truth?"
"Yes. My journey is connected with the attempt."
"Where are you going?"
"No," said Jarman, smiling, "don't ask me that. Not until I am successful shall I reveal my methods. And at present I am groping in the dark."
"Have you no clue?"