I was only the dear companion, the sister, to him.

I was sure of it, else I had been very unhappy.
Then I took the letter and held it to the candle-light with a throbbing heart.

And this is what I read: "My dear Miss Bawn, "For a moment I forgot my white head and my years, and for that foolish presumption you must pardon me and never think less kindly of me.

From your old servant's lips I learned the truth: that you had a lover of your own age, whom I pray God may be worthy of you.
After all, since my dream of treasure here was but a dream, I have reconsidered my refusal, and shall join the expedition in search of mere earthly treasure.

If we never meet again, think kindly of him who would die for you.
"Your faithful friend and servant, "Anthony Cardew." I was like one who has had a blow and a bad one, and I felt a curious quietness steal upon me and numb me.