He caught the scent of the violets in the bosom of her white dress.
"Let us sit down," she said at last.

"I have something I wish to say to you." He made no rejoinder as they seated themselves, and during the moment or two of silence in which she seemed to be meditating how to begin, he sat bending forward, holding his stick with both hands between his knees, absently prodding holes in the gravel.
"I think," she began, "that if I did not believe the chances were for our going to-morrow, I would not say it to-day." John bit his lip and gave the gravel a more vigorous punch.

"But I have felt that I must say it to you some time before we saw the last of each other, whenever that time should be." "Is it anything about what happened on board ship ?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes," she replied, "it concerns all that took place on board ship, or nearly all, and I have had many misgivings about it.

I am afraid that I did wrong, and I am afraid, too, that in your secret heart you would admit it." "No, never!" he exclaimed.

"If there was any wrong done, it was wholly of my own doing.