Stephen would be sitting at the door , all alone , with his violin . But he would not be playing it -- all at once Paul knew he would not be playing it . He would be sitting there with his head bowed and the loneliness in his heart calling to the loneliness in Paul 's heart over all the miles between them . Oh , he could never have really meant to leave Stephen . And Nora ? Nora would be down on the rocks waiting for him -- for him , Paul , who would never come to her more . He could see her elfin little face peering around the point , watching for him wistfully . Paul sat up in bed , choking with tears . Oh , what were books and strange countries ? -- what was even Miss Trevor , the friend of a month ? -- to the call of the sea and Stephen 's kind , deep eyes and his dear rock people ? He could not stay away from them -- never -- never . He slipped out of bed very softly and dressed in the dark . Then he lighted the lamp timidly and opened the little brown chest Stephen had given him . It held his books and his treasures , but he took out only a pencil , a bit of paper and the foolscap book . With a hand shaking in his eagerness , he wrote : dear miss Trever Im going back home , dont be fritened about me because I know the way . Ive got to go . something is calling me . dont be cross . I love you , but I cant stay .
Im leaving my foolscap book for you , you can keep it always but I must go back to XXXXX and nora Paul He put the note on the foolscap book and laid them on the table .
Im Ive Nora Paul Stephen Trevor choking dont foolscap month