‘Leave us together, please!’ she said to the grim woman of the house. ‘I—I wish to speak to my brother.’
Directly the woman had retired, she took her brother by the hand.
‘Don’t be angry with me, Salem!’ she said softly. ‘I’m not long for this world now, and I want you to grant me one request.’
‘What is it, Eustasia?’ asked the Professor, touched by her strangely tender manner.
‘Don’t take me away from England just yet. Wait a little while longer.’
‘Eustasia, let me repeat, you’re following a will-o’-the-wisp, you are indeed! Take my advice, and never see that man again!’
‘I must—I will!’ she cried. ‘O Salem, I’ve used him cruelly, but I love him! I shall die now if you take me away!’