"And now, what do you mean to do?" I asked Hilda, when our patient was
placed in other hands, and all was over.
She answered me without one second's hesitation: "Go straight to Bombay,
and wait there till Sebastian takes passage for England."
"He will go home, you think, as soon as he is well enough?"
"Undoubtedly. He has now nothing more to stop in India for."
"Why not as much as ever?"
She looked at me curiously. "It is so hard to explain," she replied,
after a moment's pause, during which she had been drumming her little
forefinger on the table. "I feel it rather than reason it. But don't you
see that a certain change has lately come over Sebastian's attitude? He
no longer desires to follow me; he wants to avoid me. That is why I wish
more than ever to dog his steps. I feel the beginning of the end has
come. I am gaining my point. Sebastian is wavering."
"Then when he engages a berth, you propose to go by the same steamer?"
"Yes. It makes all the difference. When he tries to follow we, he is
dangerous; when he tries to avoid me, it becomes my work in life to
follow him. I must keep him in sight every minute now.
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