"
"Did she tell you her name?" Mrs. Goodnough asked, in surprise, for
Bessie had confided to her the fact that, as far as possible, she wished
to be strictly incognito on the ship.
Miss Lucy was sure now, and with her thoughts in a tumult of perplexity
and wonder, she hurried away to the state-room of her nephew.
CHAPTER VIII.
GREY AND HIS AUNT.
Grey had been very sick the entire voyage. Since the day when he heard
that Bessie was dead he had lost all interest in everything, and though
he went wherever his aunt wished to go, it was only to please her, and
not because he cared in the least for anything he saw. From Flossie he
had never heard, for her letter did not reach him, and he had no thought
that Bessie was alive, and everywhere he went he saw always the dear
face, white and still, as he knew it must have looked when it lay in the
coffin. Sometimes the pain in his heart was so hard to bear that he was
half tempted to tell his aunt of his sorrow and crave her sympathy. But
this he had not done, and Bessie's name had never passed his lips since
he heard she was dead.
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