Apparently she was not satisfied.

"Move my chair nearer to the sofa, please," she added; and he rose and did her bidding.
"I have not much to say," she went on, "but I do not want to say it before the whole ship's company.

It is this: I thought I had found in you a friend, a man who would be to me what no one has ever been--a friend; and I am disappointed, for you want to be something else.

That is all, except that it must not be thought of, and you must go." An Englishman would have reproached her with having given him encouragement; an Italian would have broken out into a passionate expression of his love, seeking to kindle her with his own fire.

But the great, calm Northman clasped his hands together firmly on his knee and sat silent.
"You must go--" she repeated.
"I cannot go," he said honestly.
"That is all the more reason why you should go at once," was the feminine argument with which she replied.
"Let us go back to two days ago, and be as we were before.