"Lizette, have you written to my husband?" Nita asked faintly.
"Yes, my dear lady."
"Then he will soon come for us, will he not?"
"I hope so."
"Lizette, how evasively you speak. You are hiding something dreadful from me, is it not so?"
"A mere trifle, my dearie, and you must be brave and bear it calmly when I tell you, for, of course, all will soon come right."
"Go on, for Heaven's sweet sake, Lizette. I think I can bear anything better than this awful suspense."
"Miss Nita, you know the gentleman that fought the duel with your husband, and they said was mortally wounded? It was on his yacht we came to Fortune's Bay. His men saved us."
"And he is dead, poor fellow!" Nita murmured, in a tone of profound pity and awe.