Presently she said, quietly, "If you should ever find the one you mean alive, and she needs a home, take her to my aunt's at Porth Mullion. She is a good woman, my mother's sister, and hates my father's ways. She will do anything I ask her."
"What is her name?" I asked, "and how shall I find her?"
"Her name is Mary Crantock, and there are but three houses at Porth Mullion. Hers is a white house, with a wooden porch painted green. The other houses have no porches."
"And how will she know about me?"
"I will ride there to-morrow and tell her."
"And where will you go to-night?"
"I will ride to St. Columb. I have another aunt who lives there."
Then a great fear came into my heart, and, almost without thinking, I had caught hold of Tamsin's hand.
"Tamsin Truscott," I said, "you once told me you loved me. I may trust you, may I not? As God is above us, you will be true if ever I need you?"
"As surely as what I once told you is true, as surely as God is above us, you may trust me."