“We shall meet no more then!” said Dyck with decision.
Her lips tightened, her face paled. “There are some things one may not do, and one of them is to be openly your friend—at present.”
He put the letter carefully away in his pocket, his hand shaking, then flicking an insect from the collar of his coat, he said gently, yet with an air of warning: “I have been telling Mrs. Llyn about the Maroons up there”—he pointed towards Trelawney—“and I have advised your going back to Virginia. The Maroons may rise at any moment, and no care is being taken by Lord Mallow to meet the danger. If they rise, you, here, would be in their way, and I could not guarantee your safety. Besides, Virginia is a better place—a safer place than this,” he added with meaning.
“You wish to frighten me out of Jamaica,” she replied with pain in her voice. “Well, I will not go till I have put this place in order and brought discipline and good living here. I shall stay here in Jamaica till I have done my task. There is no reason why we should meet. This place is not so large as Ireland or America, but it is large enough to give assurance we shall not meet. And if we meet, there is no reason why we should talk. As for the Maroons, when the trouble comes, I shall not be unprepared.” She smiled sadly. “The governor may not take your advice, but I shall. And remember that I come from a land not without its dangers. We have Red Indians and black men there, and I can shoot.”
He waved a hand abruptly and then made a gesture—such as an ascetic might make-of reflection, of submission. “I shall remember every word you have said, and every note of your voice will be with me in all the lonely years to come. Good-bye—but no, let me say this before I go: I did not know that Erris Boyne was your father until after he was dead. So, if I killed him, it was in complete ignorance. I did not know. But we have outlived our friendship, and we must put strangeness in its place. Good-bye—God protect you!” he added, looking into Sheila’s eyes.
She looked at him with sorrow. Her lips opened but no words came forth. He passed on out of the garden, and presently they heard his horse’s hoofs on the sand.
“He is a great gentleman,” said Mrs. Llyn.
Her daughter’s eyes were dry and fevered. Her lips were drawn. “We must begin the world again,” she said brokenly. Then suddenly she sank upon the ground. “My God—oh, my God!” she said.