"On the contrary, I'll be better—better in every way," he said.
His resolution was taken. Never would he sit on Bessie's case. Nothing should tempt him to do so.
But Fate had not yet done with him.
V
On the afternoon of the following day Stowell walked for a long hour on the shore, trying to deaden the tumult in his brain in the loud surge of the sea. Returning to Ballamoar he found the Governor's carriage outside the house. Had the Governor come to see him? It was Fenella. She was at tea with Janet in the library.
Although she rose to greet him with all the sunshine of her smile he could see that her face was feverish.
"I've come to the north on three errands," she said.
"So?"
"First to see yourself, of course, and I find that, in spite of doctor's orders, you have already resumed your gypsy habits."
"He would go out, dear," said Janet.