At last he threw himself into a chair.
“This is neither the time nor place to talk of your devotion to me, Brettison. Heaven reward you for it! You have brought me back to a new, even if hopeless, life. Let us now talk of the future.”
“Yes, yes,” said Brettison eagerly, for he had grown uneasy at his friend’s words.
“There must never be the slightest risk of Myra and that man meeting again. Here in England it would always be possible.”
“No, no; don’t say you will send the poor wretch back to the prison.”
“No; as I have said before, that is out of the question now, but he must leave England.”
“Yes; but how?”
“You must help me again, Brettison.”
“Of course, boy; but how?”
“You are a wanderer; ready to go anywhere to study plant life?”