Owen’s letter she received in the evening about six o’clock. She changed colour at the sight of it, and her hand trembled, and she tore the envelope across as she opened it.
“You ask me to make no attempt to save you. You ask me to stand on the bank while you struggle and are dragged down by the current. Evelyn, I have never disobeyed your slightest wish before, but I declare my right to use all means to save you from a terrible fate. I return to London to do so. God only knows if I shall succeed.... In any case I hope you will never allude again to any money questions. What I gave, I gave, and unless you want to kill me outright, never speak again of returning my presents.—As ever,
OWEN ASHER.”
Her eyes ran through the lines, and her heart said, “How he loves me.” But the temptation to
