She looked as she had looked at Weyanoke, that first night.
"Madam," I said under my breath.
She turned her face upon me.

"Did you think," she asked in a low, even voice,--"did you think that I would ever set my foot upon that ship,--that ship on the river there?
One ship brought me here upon a shameful errand; another shall not take me upon one more shameful still." She took her hand from her bosom; in it gleamed in the firelight the small dagger I had given her that night.

She laid it on the table, but kept her hand upon it.

"You will choose for me, sir," she declared.
I went to the door and looked out.

"It is a wild night," I said.