"He'll do the right, whatever it may cost him," she thought, and as the day was dawning she fell asleep.
But when she awoke in the morning she felt as if her heart would break. If Stowell confessed and took the consequences (as she had prayed he might do) he would be lost to her for ever. He would have to give up his Judgeship, be banished from the island, and become an outcast and a wanderer.
"Is that to be the end of everything between us? After all this waiting?"
Her eyes were full of tears when she looked at herself in the glass, but they were shining like stars for all that. An immense pity for Stowell had taken possession of her. An immense faith in him also. He must be the most unhappy man alive, but he was her man now; and nothing on earth should part them.
Going down to breakfast she met Miss Green on the stairs. The old lady was full of some breathless story of rioting in Douglas the evening before. How remote it all sounded! She hardly heard what was being said to her.
Coming upon the maid in the corridor she said,
"The Deemster is to call to-day, Catherine. Tell him I wish to see him before he sees the Governor."
In the breakfast-room her father was looking over a printer's proof on a sheet of foolscap paper. It was headed with the Manx coat-of-arms and the words "ISLE OF MAN CONSTABULARY," and had an empty space near the top for a block to be made from a photograph.
"But that is of no consequence now," thought Fenella, "no consequence whatever."