‘Ah! thinking of you has brought you,’ she says, turning her head with no surprise.
‘How could I know you wanted me?’
‘I did not know it myself till to-day.’
‘Why must you suffer, Victoria?’
‘I do not suffer at all as you think; but they do; anyone can see that.’
‘Well, that is their concern, or, at most, your father’s. You are not Governor of the Island.’
‘I am the Governor’s daughter,’ she said, in another tone. ‘And what can my father do? What can anyone do, but you, perhaps? You must help us. Only you can help us. We are a poor lost people, without you.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘This sorrow——’
‘Will pass in a week. Let it run its course.’