Lionel stood near her.
"I have not got a widow's cap," she exclaimed, turning to him, the
thought appearing suddenly to strike her. "I had two or three curious
things made, that they called widows' caps in Melbourne, but they were
spoiled on the voyage."
"You have seen some trouble since you went out," Lionel observed.
"Yes, I have. It was an ill-starred voyage. It has been ill-starred from
the beginning to the end; all of it together."
"The voyage has, you mean?"
"I mean more than the voyage," she replied. But her tone did not invite
further question.
"Did you succeed in getting particulars of the fate of John?"
"No. Captain Cannonby promised to make inquiries, but we had not heard
from him before I came away. I wish we could have found Luke Roy."
"Did you not find him?"
"We heard of him from the Eyres--the friends I was staying with. It was
so singular," she continued, with some animation in her tone. "Luke Roy
came to Melbourne after John was killed, and fell in with the Eyres. He
told them about John, little thinking that I and Frederick should meet
the Eyres afterwards.
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