It was dusk when he reached Robert's plantation, and he took the planter aside and asked: "Do you not know me ?" "No." "Lawrence," the stranger whispered.
"What! Mr.Lawrence ?" "Whist! do not breathe it too loud.

I am proscribed, and though Berkeley is gone, Culpepper, his successor, is no friend of mine.

All believe me dead, so I am to the world; but I have something to tell you of yourself and your parents that will interest you." Then Mr.Lawrence told Robert a sad story which brought tears to his eyes before it was finished.
"I have come at the risk of my life from Carolinia to tell you this, my friend.

I promised never to reveal it while he lived; but, now that both are gone, it were best that you know." Robert tried to prevail on him to remain; but he would not, and, mounting his horse, he galloped away into the darkness.

Stevens never saw or heard of the "thoughtful Mr.Lawrence" again.
A few days later a man, passing the old graveyard at Jamestown, observed that the body of Sir Albert St.Croix had been removed and placed by the side of the woman whom he died to save.