But Frankfort is sitting in the hush of midnight--before him lies the manuscript. It is addressed to "Major Frankfort." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ When the heart is very full, it is difficult to know how or where to begin a recital, which it is due to you as well as to myself to lay before you. It would harass you, nay, I think it would make your heart ache, were you to know, before reading it, all the pangs it has cost me to write this. An old diary lies before me--old to me, who have lived through so much since I penned the first page, three years ago. I remember that I opened it to begin my task of journalist at a little road-side inn at the close of the first day's journey from home. I was going, with my father, to visit Lady Amabel Fairfax, at Cape Town. I was sorry to leave home and my young sister. I was sorry to think that, for the first time in my life, I should not say "Good night" to my mother. On the other hand, I was pleased at the prospect of staying with Lady Amabel; and, although my mother had made the most careful arrangements for me, I fancied she cared less at my leaving her than I did. At that time, I think she loved Marion best. Yet, I need not dwell on this point--I turn to another leaf. Lady Amabel! I see her now--graceful, handsome, and so kind--awaiting our arrival in a large, luxuriant drawing-room at Government House. It was night when I met her for the first time. Tired with a voyage of many days along the coast, I received her cordial embrace with a comparatively cold return, as she came forward in the hall. A gong was sounding in the garden. Through an open door, we beheld a vista of rooms, and servants lighting them. Lady Amabel desired her maid to conduct me to my apartment. She had contrived many little elegancies of dress for me, and my toilette was soon made. I was late, and had to descend the wide staircase alone. My feet trembled as I heard some one following, and a young man, in the dress of an aide-de-camp, came clattering past me; he had the grace to wait at the foot of the stairs and bow. His face was as honest in its expression as yours. He apologised for "rattling by me," with the most graceful air of humility. He was quite sure I _must_ be Miss Daveney--he _hoped_ so--we were to be inmates of the same house; for he was the Governor's nephew, Clarence Fairfax. Would I take his arm? I should be the best apology in the world if any guests had arrived. He was the Aide-de-Camp in Waiting; it was his duty to receive the visitors, and there were two great officials expected--a Governor-General from India, and a foreign Prince in command of a squadron of the navy.