“Private and confidential.
“To Mrs Robert Hallam, formerly Miss Millicent Luttrell, of King’s Castor, in the county of Lincoln.
“N.B.—If the lady to whom this letter is addressed be dead, it is to be returned unopened to—
“Robert Hallam,—
“9749,—
“Nulla Nulla Prison,—
“Port Jackson.”
“Mrs Hallam,” said Bayle in his calm, clear voice, “Sir Gordon and I are going. You would like to be alone. Could you bear to see us again—say to-night—in an hour or two?”
“Yes, yes,” she cried, catching his hand; “you will come back. There! you see I am calm now. Dear friends, make some excuse for me if I seem half mad.” Sir Gordon took the hand that Bayle dropped, and kissed it respectfully.
Bayle was holding Julia’s.