〃I　saw　the　people　in　the　street　again！　I　saw　the　calm　sea；　and
  the　masts　of　the　shipping　in　the　harbor　where　the　yacht　lay！　I
  could　think；　I　could　breathe　freely　once　more！　The　words　that
  saved　me　from　Manuelthe　words　that　might　be　Armadale's　sentence
  of　deathhad　been　spoken。　The　yacht　was　to　sail　without
  Midwinter；　as　well　as　without　Me！
  〃My　first　feeling　of　exultation　was　almost　maddening。　But　it　was
  the　feeling　of　a　moment　only。　My　heart　sank　in　me　again　when　I
  thought　of　Midwinter　alone　in　the　next　room。
  〃I　went　out　into　the　passage　to　listen；　and　heard　nothing。　I
  tapped　gently　at　his　door；　and　got　no　answer。　I　opened　the　door
  and　looked　in。　He　was　sitting　at　the　table；　with　his　face　hidden
  in　his　hands。　I　looked　at　him　in　silence；　and　saw　the　glistening
  of　the　tears　as　they　trickled　through　his　fingers。
  〃　'Leave　me；'　he　said；　without　moving　his　hands。　'I　must　get　over
  it　by　myself。'
  〃I　went　back　into　the　sitting…room。　Who　can　understand　women？　we
  don't　even　understand　ourselves。　His　sending　me　away　from　him　in
  that　manner　cut　me　to　the　heart。　I　don't　believe　the　most
  harmless　and　most　gentle　woman　living　could　have　felt　it　more
  acutely　than　I　felt　it。　And　this；　after　what　I　have　been　doing！
  this；　after　what　I　was　thinking　of；　the　moment　before　I　went　into
  his　room！　Who　can　account　for　it？　NobodyI　least　of　all！
  〃Half　an　hour　later　his　door　opened；　and　I　heard　him　hurrying
  down　the　stairs。　I　ran　on　without　waiting　to　think；　and　asked　if
  I　might　go　with　him。　He　neither　stopped　nor　answered。　I　went　back
  to　the　window；　and　saw　him　pass；　walking　rapidly　away；　with　his
  back　turned　on　Naples　and　the　sea。
  〃I　can　understand　now　that　he　might　not　have　heard　me。　At　the
  time　I　thought　him　inexcusably　and　brutally　unkind　to　me。　I　put
  on　my　bonnet；　in　a　frenzy　of　rage　with　him；　I　sent　out　for　a
  carriage；　and　told　the　man　to　take　me　where　he　liked。　He　took　me；
  as　he　took　other　strangers；　to　the　Museum　to　see　the　statues　and
  the　pictures。　I　flounced　from　room　to　room；　with　my　face　in　a
  flame；　and　the　people　all　staring　at　me。　I　came　to　myself　again；
  I　don't　know　how。　I　returned　to　the　carriage；　and　made　the　man
  drive　me　back　in　a　violent　hurry；　I　don't　know　why。　I　tossed　off
  my　cloak　and　bonnet；　and　sat　down　once　more　at　the　window。　The
  sight　of　the　sea　cooled　me。　I　forgot　Midwinter；　and　thought　of
  Armadale　and　his　yacht。　There　wasn't　a　breath　of　wind；　there
  wasn't　a　cloud　in　the　sky；　the　wide　waters　of　the　Bay　were　as
  smooth　as　the　surface　of　a　glass。
  〃The　sun　sank；　the　short　twilight　came　and　went。　I　had　some　tea；
  and　sat　at　the　table　thinking　and　dreaming　over　it。　When　I　roused
  myself　and　went　back　to　the　window；　the　moon　was　up；　but　the
  quiet　sea　was　as　quiet　as　ever。
  〃I　was　still　looking　out；　when　I　saw　Midwinter　in　the　street
  below；　coming　back。　I　was　composed　enough　by　this　time　to
  remember　his　habits；　and　to　guess　that　he　had　been　trying　to
  relieve　the　oppression　on　his　mind　by　one　of　his　long　solitary
  walks。　When　I　heard　him　go　into　his　own　room；　I　was　too　prudent
  to　disturb　him　again：　I　waited　his　pleasure　where　I　was。
  〃Before　long　I　heard　his　window　opened；　and　I　saw　him；　from　my
  window；　step　into　the　balcony；　and；　after　a　look　at　the　sea；　hold
  up　his　hand　to　the　air。　I　was　too　stupid；　for　the　moment；　to
  remember　that　he　had　once　been　a　sailor；　and　to　know　what　this
  meant。　I　waited；　and　wondered　what　would　happen　next。
  〃He　went　in　again；　and；　after　an　interval；　came　out　once　more；
  and　held　up　his　hand　as　before　to　the　air。　This　time　he　waited；
  leaning　on　the　balcony　rail；　and　looking　out　steadily；　with　all
  his　attention　absorbed　by　the　sea。
  〃For　a　long；　long　time　he　never　moved。　Then；　on　a　sudden；　I　saw
  him　start。　The　next　moment　he　sank　on　his　knees；　with　his　clasped
  hands　resting　on　the　balcony　rail。　'God　Almighty　bless　and　keep
  you；　Allan！'　he　said；　fervently。　'Good…by；　forever！'
  〃I　looked　out　to　the　sea。　A　soft；　steady　breeze　was　blowing；　and
  the　rippled　surface　of　the　water　was　sparkling　in　the　quiet
  moonlight。　I　looked　again；　and　there　passed　slowly；　between　me
  and　the　track　of　the　moon；　a　long　black　vessel　with　tall；
  shadowy；　ghostlike　sails；　gliding　smooth　and　noiseless　through
  the　water；　like　a　snake。
  〃The　wind　had　come　fair　with　the　night；　and　Armadale's　yacht　had
  sailed　on　the　trial　cruise。
  CHAPTER　III。
  THE　DIARY　BROKEN　OFF。
  〃London；　November　19th。I　am　alone　again　in　the　Great　City；
  alone；　for　the　first　time　since　our　marriage。　Nearly　a　week　since
  I　started　on　my　homeward　journey；　leaving　Midwinter　behind　me　at
  Turin。
  〃The　days　have　been　so　full　of　events　since　the　month　began；　and
  I　have　been　so　harassed；　in　mind　and　body　both；　for　the　greater
  part　of　the　time；　that　my　Diary　has　been　wretchedly　neglected。　A
  few　notes；　written　in　such　hurry　and　confusion　that　I　can　hardly
  understand　them　myself；　are　all　that　I　possess　to　remind　me　of
  what　has　happened　since　the　night　when　Armadale's　yacht　left
  Naples。　Let　me　try　if　I　can　set　this　right　without　more　loss　or
  time；　let　me　try　if　I　can　recall　the　circumstances　in　their　order
  as　they　have　followed　each　other　from　the　beginning　of　the　month。
  〃On　the　3d　of　Novemberbeing　then　still　at　NaplesMidwinter
  received　a　hurried　letter　from　Armadale；　date　'Messina。'　'The
  weather；'　he　said；　'had　been　lovely；　and　the　yacht　had　made　one
  of　the　quickest　passages　on　record。　The　crew　were　rather　a　rough
  set　to　look　at；　but　Captain　Manuel　and　his　English　mate'　（the
  latter　described　as　'the　best　of　good　fellows'）　'managed　them
  admirably。'　After　this　prosperous　beginning；　Armadale　had
  arranged；　as　a　matter　of　course；　to　prolong　the　cruise；　and；　at
  the　sailing…master's　suggestion；　he　had　decided　to　visit　some　of
  the　ports　in　the　Adriatic；　which　the　captain　had　described　as
  full　of　character；　and　well　worth　seeing。
  〃A　postscript　followed；　explaining　that　Armadale　had　written　in　a
  hurry　to　catch　the　steamer　to　Naples；　and　that　he　had　opened　his
  letter　again；　before　sending　it　off；　to　add　something　that　he　had
  forgotten。　On　the　day　before　the　yacht　sailed；　he　had　been　at　the
  banker's　to　get　'a　few　hundreds　in　gold；　'　and　he　believed　he　had
  left　his　cigar…case　there。　It　was　an　old　friend　of　his；　and　he
  begged　that　Midwinter　would　oblige　him　by　endeavoring　to　recover
  it；　and　keeping　it　for　him　till　they　met　again。
  〃That　was　the　substance　of　the　letter。
  〃I　thought　over　it　carefully　when　Midwinter　had　left　me　alone
  again；　after　reading　it。　My　idea　was　then　（and　is　still）　that
  Manuel　had　not　persuaded　Armadale　to　cruise　in　a　sea　like　the
  Adriatic；　so　much　less　frequented　by　ships　than　the
  Mediterranean；　for　nothing。　The　terms；　too；　in　which　the　trifling
  loss　of　the　cigar…case　was　mentioned　struck　me　as　being　equally
  suggestive　of　what　was　coming。　I　concluded　that　Armadale's
  circular　notes　had　not　been　transformed　into　those　'few　hundreds
  in　gold'　through　any　forethought　or　business　knowledge　of　his
  own。　Manuel's　influence；　I　suspected；　had　been　exerted　in　this
  matter　also；　and　once　more　not　without　reason。　At　intervals
  through　the　wakeful　night　these　considerations　came　back　again
  and　again　to　me；　and　time　after　time　they　pointed　obstinately　（so
  far　as　my　next　movements　were　concerned）　in　one　and　the　same
  waythe　way　back　to　England。
  〃How　to　get　there；　and　especially　how　to　get　there　unaccompanied
  by　Midwinter；　was　more　than　I　had　wit　enough　to　discover　that
  night。　I　tried　and　tried　to　meet　the　difficulty；　and　fell　asleep
  exhausted　toward　the　morning　without　having　met　it。
  〃Some　hours　later；　as　soon　as　I　was　dressed；　Midwinter　came　in；
  with　news　received　by　that　morning's　post　from　his　employers　in
  London。　The　proprietors　of　the　newspaper　had　received　from　the
  editor　so　favorable　a　report　of　his　correspondence　from　Naples
  that　they　had　determined　on　advancing　him　to　a　place　of　greater
  responsibility　and　greater　emolument　at　Turin。　His　instructions
  were　inclosed　in　the　letter；　and　he　was　requested　to　lose　no　time
  in　leaving　Naples　for　his　new　post。
  〃On　hearing　this；　I　relieved　his　mind；　before　he　could　put　the
  question；　of　all　anxiety　about　my　willingness　to　remove。　Turin
  had　the　great　attraction；　in　my　eyes；　of　being　on　the　road　to
  England。　I　assured　him　at　once　that　I　was　ready　to　travel　as　soon
  as　he　pleased。
  〃He　thanked　me　for　suiting　myself　to　his　plans；　with　more　of　his
  old　gentleness　and　kindness　than　I　had　seen　in　him　for　some　time
  past。　The　good　news　from　Armadale　on　the　previous　day　seemed　to
  have　roused　him　a　little　from　the　dull　despair　in　which　he　had
  been　sunk　since　the　sailing　of　the　yacht。　And　now　the　prospect　of
  advancement　in　his　profession；　and；　more　than　that；　the　prospect
  of　leaving　the　fatal　place　in　which　the　Third　Vision　of　the　Dream
  had　come　true；　had　（as　he　owned　himself）　additionally　cheered　and
  relieved　him。　He　asked；　before　he　went　away　to　make　the
  arrangements　for　our　journey；　whether　I　expected　to　hear　from　my
  'family'　in　England；　and　whether　he　should　give　instructions　for
  the　forwarding　of　my　letters　with　his　own　to　the　_poste　restante_
  at　Turin。　I　instantly　thanked　him；　and　accepted　the　offer。　His
  proposal　had　suggested　to　me；　the　moment　he　made　it；　that　my
  fictitious　'family　ci