"Your father was a sailor." "But his son is not." "Yet methinks the son should inherit some of the father's courage." John Stevens' cheek reddened at the delicate insinuation against his courage, and he responded: "Have I not, on more than one hard-fought field, established my claim to courage?" "True, yet why shrink from this voyage?" "A soothsayer once predicted that dire calamities would overcome me, were I ever to venture upon the sea." At this Cheeseman and Drummond laughed and even the thoughtful Mr. Lawerence smiled. Though soothsayers in those days were not generally gainsaid, those four men at Drummond's house lived in advance of their age. "Go on your voyage and save the sum in jeopardy," was Drummond's advice. "If your going will make sure the sum, hesitate not a single moment," interposed Cheeseman. "How much is involved?" asked the thoughtful Mr. Lawrerence. "Eight hundred pounds." "Quite a sum." "Verily, it is. The amount would at this day relieve all my embarrassments; yet, if I go, I leave nothing behind, for my property is gone, and my family is unprovided for." "Secure the eight hundred pounds and provide for them." With this advices in mind, he went home, and that same evening Hugh Price, the young royalist, who lived with Sir William Berkeley at Greenspring, called to see him, and once more the voyage to London was discussed. "By all means, go," Hugh advised. "It is your duty to go." Mrs. Stevens was consulted and thought she should go also; she saw no reason in his taking a pleasure voyage and leaving his wife at home; but this was out of the question, for the baby was too young to endure the voyage; besides, the cost of taking her would more than double the expense. Then Mrs. Stevens, who thought only of a pleasant time, wanted to know why she could not be sent in his stead. He explained that it was a matter of business which a woman could not perform; but Mrs. Stevens became unreasonable, declaring: "You wish to go to London and pass your time in gay society." "I do not," he answered. "Verily, you do. You tire already of your wife; you would seek another." "Dorothe, I would wed no other woman living," answered John, with a sigh. "They all say that; yet no sooner is the wife laid in the grave than they are anxious to find one younger and more fair." "Women do the same," John ventured to urge in defence of his sex. "Not so often as the men." Then Mrs. Stevens began a harangue on the evils of second marriages and wound up by declaring they were compacts of the devil. John Stevens returned to the original question of his going to London. "My friends all declare that it is my duty to go," he said. "Your friends! who are your friends?" "Drummond." "An ignorant Scotchman." Drummond was far from being ignorant, yet he stood not in favor with Mrs. Stevens. "Mr. Lawerence advises it." "He is a canting hypocrite." "Mr. Edward Cheeseman also thinks it advisable."