"I am sure you will succeed, Allen," cried Eva joyfully; "look how things are fitting in. Mr. Parkins, coming from Africa, is just the person to know about my father."
Young Hill said nothing. He fancied that Horace Parkins might know more about Mr. Strode than Eva would like to hear, for if the man was so great a scamp in England, he certainly would not settle down to a respectable life in the wilds. However he said nothing on this point, but merely reiterated his promise to find out who murdered Robert Strode, and then drew Eva down beside him. "What about yourself?" he asked anxiously.
"I don't know. Mrs. Merry wants me to stop here."
"I should think that is the best thing to do."
"But I can't," replied Eva, shaking her head; "Mrs. Merry is poor. I can't live on her."
"I admire your spirit, Eva, but I don't think Mrs. Merry would think you were doing her anything but honour."
"All the more reason I should not take advantage of her kindness."
Allen laughed. "You argue well," he said indulgently. "But see here, dearest. My mother is fond of you, and knows your position. She wants you to come to her."
"Oh, Allen, if she were alone I would love to. I am very devoted to your mother. But your father----"
"He won't mind."