She had no opportunity to communicate with Parkington until after breakfast, other than a significant nod, as his eyes sought hers, inquiringly. When the meal was finished, he joined her, and, presently, they sauntered out together.
"I have the letter," she said.
"You are a dear!" he exclaimed.
"And I have, also, the Governor's promise not to use either it, or the information it contains."
"You are a darling!" bending down, and whispering in her ear.
It was a caress, though he touched her not at all.
And her heart warmed to him, with a sympathy she had never felt before. Surely, he was handsome, with the handsomeness which a woman loved, a debonairness that was fascinating.
"You have done everything—you have saved me!" he exclaimed.
She plucked a rose; he took it, and drew it through his buttonhole.
"I have done what I can," she replied; "but I have not saved you."