"Where's your husband?"
"Out in his boat."
"And Mr. Kayne?"
"He went for a walk just now."
"And is there no one here but you?"
"No, not a soul; but don't go for to think you can get away from me. I'm as strong as two men; besides, there's a big dog out in the yard that 'ud tear you both in pieces if you went outside."
Lizette smiled scornfully.
"How could we get away, and my mistress too weak to walk?" she exclaimed.
While she was haranguing the woman Nita continued to gaze eagerly toward the trim little yacht in the offing, her heart throbbing wildly with the burning desire to see Dorian again.
"He is there—there, so near me, and yet so far, believing me dead," she sobbed. "Oh, how his heart must be torn with anguish at the thought! How strange and sad a fate is mine."