On going thither he was informed that Lord Oakhampton had gone to open the Assembly of Representatives (consisting of thirty-six in number, four of whom are elected by each parish), so he inquired if he could see Miss Clara Hampton. The valets, who knew the service he had rendered her, ushered him at once into the drawing-room, where he found her, with all her rich brown hair loose for coolness, and fanning herself with a large circular fan, composed of the snow-white feathers of some rare tropical bird, and intently conning some task set her by Miss Sampler. "I have come to bid adieu to your papa and yourself," said Derval. "I am so sorry he is from home," she replied, as she gave him her hand, and with more self-possession than she might have had, if a few years older, invited him at once to be seated. The soft mignonne face seemed to Derval's eyes more beautiful than ever in its childlike purity, and her violet eyes with their long lashes were full of a bright and earnest expression. After a little pause, he placed the locket in her hand. "This, of course, is yours; I found it to-day at the place where--where--I first had the pleasure of meeting you," said he, seeing that she shivered and half closed her eyes. "Oh, do not speak of that place!" she exclaimed, lifting up her hands; "I shall never, never forget you or it either." "I am sorry that the memory of me should be combined with a thought of horror." "Do not imagine I shall think of _you_ in that way," she said very earnestly; "and as for the locket--will you accept it--will you permit me to give it to you? Pray do. Papa will be so pleased!" And springing to his side, the engaging creature, with rapid and deft little fingers, attached it to his watch-chain, exclaiming gleefully: "Now, does it not look pretty?' "Thanks, my dear Miss Clara," said Derval, looking almost tenderly into her bright upturned face; "but there is something that would make it look prettier and enhance its value to me." "What?" "A tiny lock of your hair, as a souvenir when I am far away from Bermuda." "Oh--is that all!" she exclaimed, and with the scissors that lay near her she snipped off a tress and coiled it into the locket, laughing merrily the while. "You will come and see Papa again to-morrow, and let him thank you for me again," said she, interrupting Derval's thanks, and seeing that he had risen from his chair. "For me there is no to-morrow, of leave at least--we must sail ere the tide ebbs, and make a good offing by sunset. And now," he added, yet lingeringly, "I must say good-bye." "_Bon voyage_, Miss Sampler would say; but a pleasant voyage home to England I wish you with--with all my heart, Mr. Hampton," she said, as her smile died away, for recalling the episode which made them acquainted, the young girl's heart grew very full, and her beautiful eyes too. "Will you give me one kiss ere I go?" said Derval, considering she was but a child he addressed.