“No, I am not. That is, not compared with your American fortunes. I have enough of money to let me roam around the world if I wish to, and get half drowned in the St. Maurice River.”
“Oh, is it not strange that we have heard nothing from those boatmen? You surely don’t imagine they could have been drowned?”
“I hardly think so. Still, it is quite possible.”
“Oh, don’t say that; it makes me feel like a murderer.”
“Well, I think it was a good deal your fault, don’t you know.” Miss Sommerton looked at him.
“Have I not been punished enough already?” she said.
“For the death of two men—if they are dead? Bless me! no. Do you imagine for a moment there is any relation between the punishment and the fault?”
Miss Sommerton buried her face in her hands.
“Oh, I take that back,” said Trenton. “I didn’t mean to say such a thing.”
“It is the truth—it is the truth!” wailed the young woman. “Do you honestly think they did not reach the shore?”