Alice ran down the companion almost too quickly for safety, and bolting herself into the cabin, threw herself upon the berth, and burst into a flood of tears. ‘He is too good for me,’ she thought remorsefully, ‘a thousand times over. He always was. He trusts me implicitly, and tells me to trust him in the same manner. Oh, if he only knew!--if he _only knew_!’ But at this juncture she heard the cheerful bustle outside of the gentlemen returning to the saloon to finish up the evening with singing and flirtation, so Alice dried her eyes, and arranged her curls afresh, and emerged to seek consolation at the hands of Captain Lovell. END OF VOL. I. COLSTON AND COMPANY, PRINTERS, EDINBURGH. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.