"But I will not leave Waroona," she exclaimed, as she stood up. "I dare not leave it—till I know. If he—suppose he did do it—and wants to find me?"
"I should advise you to go right away," Harding said, still speaking gently. "You will do no good by remaining here where everybody knows what has happened, whereas if you go away you will be able to put all the worry of it away from you."
"I will not go."
She spoke with a fierce emphasis, the more pronounced because she felt that the course he suggested was the one she ought to follow, and resenting it because, by following it, she would pass out of his sight, and perchance out of his life for all time.
"I can only advise you," he said. "The new manager may be here in a day or two, and the bank will——"
"Oh, I'm not going to stay in this house," she interrupted. "I will be out of here to-morrow; but I will not leave Waroona."
"You will make a mistake if you do not, I think, but it is for you to decide."
She sat down again, clasping and unclasping her hands in her lap.
"If I go—will you—will you write to me?"
"No, I cannot do that," he answered at once.