Delphine listened to the sound of Ignatius Leclair bathing, quietly got up, and gazed out through the floor-to-ceiling window at the dense darkness of the night, where faint drizzles occasionally splattered against the glass.
The final night in the South Sea, spring rain entwined like threads.
Whether she walked the path arranged by Old Mr. Leclair or the one orchestrated by Griffith Squire, she could vanish from the South Sea within a short time. But before leaving, she must obtain news about her estranged father.
Her mother had already passed away; she had to find her father. If he turned out to be indifferent and unworthy of affection, then she would consider herself a child of no parentage, born of earth and nurtured by heaven. But if he proved to be a kind, upright man, then she would recognize him as her father, take him to her mother's burial place, and bring her home.
