"Your most wretched mother! Oh, my darling, I am not worthy to look in your face!"
"You are all that is left to me now—ah, Heaven pity me!—since he thinks me guilty. I remember all. He tried to murder me; he called me a name I will never forget. Mother, how came I here? Is this a ship?"
Very gently, softly, soothingly the mother told how Mr. Parmalee had saved her life.
"And where are we going now?"
"To Southampton, I think. But we will return if you wish it."
"To the man who tried to take my life? Ah, no, mother! Never again in this world to him! Call Mr. Parmalee."
"My dear, you must not talk so much; you are not able."
"Call Mr. Parmalee."
Mrs. Denover obeyed.
The artist presented himself promptly, quite overjoyed.