In her hurry she had set him down as some mate or captain; but there must have been something about him that attracted her attention, for she turned again at the door for an instant, and looked at him before she went out.

He was so pale--and he had sent her one look.
As she stood outside the door she knew it was Salve, although she had always pictured him to herself as a common sailor.

She stood there trembling all over, and fumbling with the latch of the door in the greatest agitation, evidently debating with herself whether she should dare go in again.

She pressed upon the latch, in the certainty that it would go up before she had actually decided that she would go in; and it did so.

The door opened again of itself, and Elizabeth entered with downcast eyes, and scarlet in the face, and passed through the room, making a slight inclination of her head, as if for greeting, as she passed him.