me; and here I pledge my word that no other love shall ever come
between us. I have loved you; I have lost you; but thank God, I have not
lost your memory. Good-by, darling; good-by."

He stooped and kissed the rain-wet sod above the grave, then walked
swiftly away in the direction of Bangor, and took the first through
train to Liverpool. On arriving at the hotel he learned that his aunt
had already gone to the wharf with her friends, and taking a cab, he,
too, was driven there, meeting with Neil, who confounded and disgusted
him with his apparent indifferences and heartlessness.

Absorbed in his own sad refection, Grey had no thought for any of his
fellow passengers, whether steerage or cabin, and disguised by her hood
and vail, Bessie might have brushed against him without recognition.

So he had no idea how near she was to him, and as the motion of the ship
soon began to affect him, he went to his state-room, which he scarcely
left again for several days. Once, when the doctor was visiting him, his
aunt, who was present, asked if there were many sick among the steerage
passengers, and if they were comfortable?

There was but one who was very sick, the doctor replied, and her case
puzzled him, she seemed so superior to her class, and so reticent with
regard to herself.

"I will go and see her," Lucy said, and that afternoon she made her
visit to Bessie, with the result we have seen.

Puzzled and curious, she went next to her nephew, whom she found dressed
and in his sea-chair, which had been brought into his state-room. He was
better, and was going on deck as soon as the steward could come and help
him. Sitting down beside him, Lucy began rather abruptly:

"I have heard you talk a great deal of Neil McPherson, whose father is
brother to Miss Betsey McPherson, of Allington, and I have heard you
speak of a Bessie McPherson. Do you know where she is?"

Grey's face was white as marble, while a spasm of pain passed over his
features as he said: "Oh, Aunt Lucy, you do not know how you hurt me
Why did you speak of her?"

"Because I have a suspicion that she is on the ship," Lucy replied; but
Grey shook his head mournfully as he said to her:

"That is impossible; Bessie is dead. She died in Rome last spring. She
was sick with the fever all the time we were there, and I was with her
every day, but did not tell you, as I knew you would be so anxious for
me. And when she died I could not talk of her to any one. Poor l