“Do not despair, Mr. Temple,” she said.
It was an answer to a yearning in his face. He gripped me by the shoulders.
“God bless you, Davy,” he whispered, and added, “God bless you both.”
I overtook her where the path ran into the forest's shade, and for a long while I walked after her, not breaking her silence, my eyes upon her, a strange throbbing in my forehead which I did not heed. At last, when the perfumes of the flowers told us we were nearing the garden, she turned to me.
“I like Mr. Temple,” she said, again.
“He is an honest gentleman,” I answered.
“One meets very few of them,” she said, speaking in a low voice. “You and I will go to the Governor. And after that, have you any idea where you will go?”
“No,” I replied, troubled by her regard.
“Then I will tell you. I intend to send you to Madame Gravois's, and she will compel you to go to bed and rest. I do not mean to allow you to kill yourself.”