"And when I send you this line, 'now and again,' am I to say anything to her?"
"I see no reason you should not let her know you are so kind as to write to me," he answered.
"Nor do I. I only wanted to know."
"If at any time you think she would care to see me—if I could ever be of use—you will let me know?"
"I will. Not that sending a letter to Norway or Finland, let alone the Antipodes, holds out much prospect of your being able to come within a reasonable time," she added, laughing.
"Distance sounds more than it is," he answered, composedly, "and I may not go quite so far as the Antipodes."
"Or Norway?" she said, mischievously.
He coloured vividly.
"Miss Rivers, I mean to put the sea between us, till...."
"Till she has forgotten, in some measure," said Grace, kindly. "I think you are right; because, just now, everything is so terrible to her. She might think happiness in connection with you quite out of the question; and if you came forward just now she might put herself into a position from which it might be difficult for her to draw back. I think you must wait till she has quite recovered, and then she may become conscious of a great blank in her life, and wish for you."