“Go in, Isabel,” said Neil quietly.
“Neil!”
“I wish it, my dear. After what has passed, you have no right to see him now.”
She gave him a tearful look, and went in with her head bent down to hide her face from anyone who might be at the windows.
The next minute the young sailor hurried up.
“You have sent her in, Neil,” he said reproachfully.
“Yes; why have you come back so soon? Anything wrong?”
“Yes,” said the young man hoarsely.
“Your father? I’ll come on.”
“No, no. Read that.”